Flesh by Laura Minning

Dreams

are meant to be fulfilled,

and dreams

are meant to be shard.

 

That’s what he thought.

That’s what he

always wanted.

 

He was so full of life.

His soul was free,

but his body

was weighted

with illness.

 

His heart grew heavy

with each passing day,

but he never gave up,

and he never lost sight

of his dreams.

 

I respected him for that.

I respected him

for who he was,

and I was grateful for

for the time

that we did have.

 

And every time

I think of him,

I will smile

because I know

that he

would have

wanted it that way.

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