I sat, I watched her,
I waited for her to wake,
Her eyes sealed shut her mouth shut tight,
In a different place,
I smiled at those who shook my hand,
The shock was in its course,
When I did not kiss her face... regret and remorse,
I cry now when they close her up,
When the lid is finally placed,
I curse the world, the coffin the cloth
and the agony I have faced,
And even though I know there is no more that I can do,
I feel as if something more, something more of me is due...
