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By Cate D., Cranston, RI
Blindly I followed you
As you took me to that place,
Underneath the mist and shadow;
Untouched by time and space.
To a grave covered in wilted flowers,
From a funeral I could not attend.
For someone who I used to know,
This symbolized the end.
You took me there to say good-bye;
I needed to let go.
I can't remember how long we stayed;
It seemed that time was slow.
I couldn't cry or shed a tear,
I wanted to go home.
You help my hand to keep me there,
Yet still I felt alone.
I didn't want to say good-bye,
Somehow in my mind
I thought that if I didn't cry,
I'd change the course of time.
How do you ever accept the fact
That one you loved is gone?
Were we together yesterday?
I guess time struggles on.
I didn't know how much I cared
While we were still apart.
But now to have to say good-bye:
I don't know where to start.
You left me with some time to think,
Some time to talk to him.
The fact that he had died so young
Was in itself a sin.
That day when you took me home,
What I told you was a lie.
I never will forget his face;
I can never say good-bye.
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