I walk down the hall.
One more time
I see that a lot has changed
since the last I was here.
Time has passed.
The world is coming to an end.
I won't give up easily.
The hall seems to extend.. Extend.. Extend

into an eternal walkway.
A walkway in which you can never go back.
A walkway which will never end.
One more time,
I walk down this hallway and into my room,
my eternal place of slumber.
The room in which I will never wake up.
The room where the sheets are clean,
and the blankets sit neatly on the bed.
Never to be untidy again.
The room begins to shrink.
To shrink into an eternal darkness.
One that will never brighten...Brighten...Brighten

The room that is eternally dark and will never see daylight again.
And I wish that for just one more time.
One more time,
I could see the flowers that bloomed in my garden.
I want to smell the roses
that have just bloomed
and I want to feel the softness of the pedals
which will fall off when Summer is over and Fall arrives.

I want to know just one more time
what it is like to roll in the snow
and sled down the hills
as if I would never ever stop.
I want to see my children just one more time.
I want to see how they have grown to become
what they are today.
I want to see my husband,
who sits at his desk at work
on the computer typing.... Typing.... Typing....

One more time,
I want to enjoy life as it has been.