My heart breaks in a whole new way.
Your heart, Aunt Susan, is whole again.
I ask, Oh God, for Your grace and mercy,
for the binding of my broken heart.
The gradual silence, I now hear loudly,
from the long, slow, goodbye.
The mourning,
a long-time companion,
may I finally let go?
The many things that used to be,
I hold now in my memory.
Her mind went first,
now the spirit's gone
with the soul along.
Waiting flesh, burried soon,
