As I sit there next to you,
I wonder what it is I should do.
You've been so sick that I could cry,
But I feel it is you that will die.

I think of the days that we sat in the sun,
We would laugh and talk like everyone.
But then it changed on one rainy day.
To be exact the eighteenth of May.

Now I talk to you but u cant see,
The tears that form on my face like a sea.
I feel it is our last few minuets that we have together,
Until your soul is taken from u like a wilted feather.

I knew it was true the day would come,
That we would no longer sit in the sun.
But I didn't think it would come so soon,
I don't think im ready for this kind of tune.

Now your soul is gone from you,
I fear that I don't know what to do.
You've gone on that old ghostly ship,
To sail away and just leave me to wish.

I leave you with all my heart,
I never knew how hard it was to part.
Until this day that you sailed away,
On the old ghostly ship from the death bay.

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