To the memory of a point of view.

I have lain at your grave
wreathed with flowers all around
I shall remain here weeping
but in grief I'll make no sound

I will stay here by your side
'til the weather has slain
for I have not the will to hide
or to conceal all of my pain

For the words I never said to thee
our eyes exchanged, I swear you knew
cold now you rest beneath your tree
I cannot bear to be without you

This loss I cannot brave
and my voice rings only hollow
as I starve upon your grave
I hope in death I will soon follow

I have long howled at the moon
hoping that she might once hear me
I believe I'd left too soon
and that choice has cost me dearly

Drink and the blade bring me no closer
I was for only you both tame and wild
and now I wither for the woman
I loved so dear when I was but a child

Faithful to your memory I hold.
Your hands in mine, wrapt in your scent
Insulated from the bitter cold.
Our eyes spoke what our hearts meant

As I slowly waste away I know
that my song is without tune
this flesh begins to show
we'll be together forever soon

I will stay at your grave
wreathed with flowers all around
I shall remain here weeping
'til I join you in the ground.

-Gideon
I.R.G.Y.F.
 
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