
Leave it now, my love
I’ve had my three score years and ten
Soul mates, we’ll meet again
in time.
.
Don’t reach out, my love
Leave me be, let me go ahead
I’ll see you there, you know
the place.
.
Let me rest, my love
My heart may still, but not my soul.
You and I will be one
again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #51 photo prompt.
Image credit: Adrien King – Unsplash

