Sometimes the wind there in the yard
Carries a soft tone on the edge of the breeze
"Do not forget me"
I ask it why I must hold on
Why can I not let go
But then guilt sets in and brings back horrid memories
Images of red, deep and hollow
Then more guilt
"Why was I a burden?"
I am so terribly sorry!
But this is no propitiation
For the guilt of the burden
Of a deteriorating body
I am at fault to forget
No matter, I can never forget
And the saltwater seeps back onto my cheek
As I remember brushing you by
Why bother, I thought
And now that thought rips my soul into pieces
How was I so blind?!
Nothing can ease my mind
Forgive me, I cannot forget.
Forgive me, I did not know
You were a dying man.
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