It's been eleven years
since the day I left you...
My head rests gently upon your chest
as it slowly rises up and down...
I remember my first funeral:
everyone was either wearing black or white...
The unborn child
never to be born...
Counting the number of fingers it takes
to hold you, meter and all, a ripple the wind...
I didn't want it to end this way you promised you...
As her words spilled out I knew the same tears but...
Why did you have to do it
you promised me you wouldn't leave...
I suppose I've been dreaming again
of a possibility of another life...
My heart is crying silent tears
because it feels your pain...
Covering the lush green grass
with the cotton blanket...
I have one question for you
Why'd you have to leave...
Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone...