I will weep over your sheets

Once you are gone;

Let my conscience stumble

And refuse to carry on

 

Clothe your memory in wreaths…

Oh the bitter ache that it leaves!

As you dissolve into a foreign land

And I’m left struggling to understand

 

And wander aimlessly, following Grief

Down every street; confused

As to her direction

That guides the path of my feet

 

Until my tears

Like ocean waves swelling

Can contain themselves no longer

And pouring forth from my eyes

Like your soul’s last dying cry

 

That leaves me haunted every time…