“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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