When Your Broken Down & Empty

When the time comes for you to see, all that I have yet to be. I hope you choke on all you said, filled with hatred that had no end. Like parchment on paper, you sealed the deal that day. All the words you say; they will never go away. Time will pass, like the running stream and soon will freeze and lose its gleam. But where will we stand when that day comes, side by side or down under and above?