I visited you the other day,
The sad, sad tombstone on a wet piece of grass,
Surrounded by so many others taken too soon,
Buried in wood, plastic, velvets, brass.
I still remember the exact day,
It’ll be 8 years ago this month, ya know.
It was a sunny and calm Tuesday,
We never thought anything could go wrong.
You called and asked if mom could bring me over,
But she couldn’t, her work day was too long.
I missed you, it had been some time.
We sat on the phone talking, just talking.
In hindsight, I probably should’ve never let you go.
I was sitting, just sitting.
The phone rang, and it was Wednesday afternoon.
She died last night? No, that can’t be right..
Why was the taken so soon?
A few days later,
The solemn casket too black,
Too lonely in that big church.
I was walking, just walking,
And the walk felt so long.
My heart ached, my legs shaked,
This felt so wrong.
I reached you,
Wait, that can’t be you…
You look so stiff, so grey.
Your radiant smile gone, too.
Dad told me to kiss you.
No, no.. not this way.
This isn’t something I can do.
This is too much,
All the tissues, all the tears,
I can’t take this, I need to go,
Like you had to go at a young 59 years.
They’re taking you away,
No! Please come back!
Don’t you understand I’ll never see her again?!
But my pleas are silenced by the shuffling of feet.
They’re lowering you into that pitiful hole.
The machine is loud, drowning out the sorrow.
It shouldn’t be this way, please don’t go.
Please, oh please, come back tomorrow.
Let me wake up,
Let everything be okay.
Let the pain go away,
I promise we all want you to stay.
One single rose,
It’s the only thing left for you.
It won’t even last the week,
It’ll disintegrate in that hole, too.
I’m supposed to leave it with you,
Like this’ll suffice for the pain.
But what choice do I have?
You’re just descending lower and lower.
You come to a halt and I take one last look,
One single rose, not white, nor blue
But the deepest of reds, falling, falling
And now, it’s gone just like you.