For Love She Died

Somewhere in the heart
A love can be replaced.
It’s where life is interrupted
By the magnetic graves.

In such moment of ours
We wonder why we must occur.
But we can’t find the comfort.
We can’t revive her.

Save her.
The youth in death.
She loves to laugh,
But has no breath.

9-31-1992 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration:Dying Inside Your Love