You’re in my head most of the time.
I let you tell me which colours to use.
I let you come to me, through the open
Window, in and out, flickering in the
Candlelight, still within the stones around
Your photograph, in the water, in the seashell
Water, holy, to me, the ring around the angel figurine,
I see your face smile, I think it moves, your cheeks,
Your eyes, talking to me, still and forever.
The words still shock me when I hear them
From someone else’s mouth, the truth that
I feel every day and yet it stings anew when I hear
It from someone other than myself.
We buried you. You were barely twenty-five.
I kissed your cold body goodbye. I saw your ashes.
I held your urn in my arms. And I love you still,
I always will, nobody will ever take that away from me.
Croque-Melpomene 