"If Living Was The Hardest Part, We'll Then One Day Be Together."

Mourning Grace
Maya Angelou

If today I follow death,
go down its trackless wastes,
salt my tongue on hardened tears
for my precious dear time's waste;

race

along that promised cave
in a headlong
deadlong
haste,
Will you
have
the
grace
to mourn for
me?

read this poem for the first time in eighth grade.
i simply adore it.
for some reason, today, it randomly popped into my head.

keep on living
xoxo