Edosewele's script

You will remember to think of them.
As if it has always been a part of your life
Their smell, how they feel
To touch them is to hardly ever dream


Tears that are dry from exhaustion
The dull ache that intensifies your fears.
A beginning that has now come to an End
Ever abrupt, but now too late to stir


Will Redemption be found again?
Sometime in the future, after all these have passed
My love, my dearest, and my Friend.
To meet you again, I fear.
Now belongs so far,in my waking dreams till the End.