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“You’re my home, Jack.”

A poem inspired by Titanic (1997)

By Karissa BrownPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
A home isn’t a place, it’s a person.

hold me as if tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed

put aside the greed of letting go and being free

we can’t have forever

so we cherished today

sway to the music

let the wind take us at bay

don’t cry, nor weep

tonight is our’s to keep

let’s play hide and seek

duck beneath the clouds

i’ll follow behind

scream when we run out of time

blink when there’s nothing left

sing to the strokes of our final breaths

remember the love we shared

as tomorrow is doused in inks of despair

my final place to lay

tonight we may pray

for tomorrow’s belief

that will grant us the relief

of what is left to keep

is our final melody

goodbye my sweet

hello, to my last heart’s beat

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