Your Ending

They found you along the river, Love,
drenched in springtime rain.
Your dear mountain watched over you,
as your body drifted home again.

The river sang your sad finale,
much like words you used to know.
But instead of an old pine tree traveling,
your porcelain shell rode the flow.

Dawn was kissing you deeply, Love,
a ghost of the kiss I never gave.
Instead of beautifully new and tender,
this kiss glowed upon your shadowy grave.

The trees were reaching to embrace you,
offering protection from nature's storm,
like the paths of woods we wondered through,
until we were tired, happy, and worn.

The birds were singing your name, Love,
some distortedly chipper lullaby.
The sweetness of their voices wasted,
as they soared through an azure sky.

Because you were already flying then,
your soul drifting away on mending wings.
going to a place where rest is found,
and freedom from pain and sorrow begins.

However, you left me behind, Love,
with only the company of a grey tomb stone,
to easy the growing agony of lonely,
a cold that washes me to my bones.

You decided we were shattered, Love,
before we really had time to start.
and the consequence of that decision I bear,
the eternal weight of a frozen heart.