Heaven and Earth

The tide took you away,
Abandoning me; still so much to say.
Glass in pieces, washed ashore,
Your body won’t respond anymore.
Too late for a single confession,
The pain I feel, I dare not mention.
Broken, to see but not believe,
Beg one more change, please don’t leave.
Baptizing your corpse, my tears on your bed,
Your life was my life -- he could’ve taken me instead.
With old memories tearing me apart,
The pain won’t stop; eating away at my heart.
If I could, I’d switch places with you,
But the world doesn’t think the way I do.
So now, I write for you: this poem,
In place of a requiem.
[c] 2O05