I-You=Grief

A procession of loved ones filed pass You Each dipped to lower goodbye Kisses on your waxen brow I Was too afraid to dip I Who walked on Confronted by your mortality I Could not touch my breathing Mouth To your still Face...My face turned away from You You The broken boy Never to become a man Trapped Driven by your internal destruction Never able to love You Always preoccupied with the disappointed faces surrounding You Throughout Your Life Thinking they were there to judge You When really they just loved You Wanted to heal You I Still flashback to cold nights Phone calls and wailing Oh, how they wailed For You I Miss You