As the pipes skirl
the strings resound
the voice calls
and laughter rings out
It is only too soon
before I realise
that these are memories
from years ago
You once told me
how would you cope
with losing a loved one
when the time came
Not realising -
who would -
that the loved one
would lose you
As the pipes skirl to an end
the double beat ends on E-flat
the voice fades
and the counter runs out
Your black shadow waits
but now it's you waiting,
at the Rainbow Bridge,
for her to come too
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