walk slowly down the ways of
death, well-worn and wide,
for I would want to overtake
you quickly
and seek the journeys
ending by your side.
I would be so sad
not to catch sight of
you down some shinning
high road when you come;
walk slowly dear, and often
look behind you and pause to
hear if someone
calls your name.
For I will be there waiting
till we meet again
-Rose Parra Vera-
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