Everyone is just 
a breath away,
one away from the last
but on which day?

So fragile are 
these moments true,
a breath away,
what can we do?

But only to think
each time we breathe
of time so precious
before we leave.

For it's now that we
must leave our mark
on hearts we cherish
before we embark

so when all our time 
here is well and done
the one's we love
are hearts we won.

Traveling together
in heavenly skies,
all those that loved
ever so wise.

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