The Final Mile

I pass the gate

That leads to the stone

Which marks the place

Where they laid your bones


The rain washed away

The tears from my face

Like the river that took

My love to this place


I stand on the bank

Staring to the unknown

The river is black

And the rain is so cold


I feel the water rise

And cry out your name

I close my eyes

And let go of my pain


The river runs deep

And the river runs wide

Iโ€™ve walked the final mile

To be by your side

32 thoughts on “The Final Mile

      1. Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad you found my site and I found yours. It is a pleasure. I loved your poem. The expression was one which I relate to with so many who have passed on. But like you expressed, we will meet again. I hope we become friends.

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    1. Thank you for commenting. Iโ€™m sorry you had to go through that loss. As a child I grew up on a river. That same river ran through our town so it was always a central part of our lives. Every so often you would hear about a drowning. A couple people I knew drowned. Itโ€™s something that kind of loomed over everyone and while I no longer live there, the river still runs in the back of my mind.


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