Watching

As I walk quickly
Through the busy crowd,
I wipe my hot tears
And remember your soul, your shroud.

I remember hearing about what you had done,
I remember the day, the time.
I overheard a rumor
That you had committed a bad, bad crime.

The crime was death,
But you weren’t being charged.
You had so many problems
You must have had it hard.

I talked to your friends,
I heard the whole tale.
They said the way you did it,
You could not have failed.

I grieved and I comforted
Your friends and mine.
Our tears were all for you
Like a river over time.

I went to your funeral,
I saw your young face.
To see you that way
Made my wounded heart race.

On my walk to your grave,
My legs turned to jelly.
I couldn’t say goodbye.
Not now; not so early.

We all said goodbye
As we laid you to rest.
The pastor said a prayer,
He prayed your soul the best.

Now I sit outside thinking of you,
I hear the wind whistle by.
I know you’re up there watching down,
Watching as I cry.