OVERDUE REQUIEM FOR A FRIEND

When you died;
I wanted to lay a single yellow rose
By your side.
I wanted to carve in stone, with my hands,
How they lied.
Somehow tell your truth in
Very few words;
So the world would understand.

I never have, never will,
My frozen lips are still,
Like you.
I see no meaning, I can tell.
Just as your years-long screams
Fell on alien ears.
Tears fill me but never find
The ill-illumined exit from my mind.

I am still leaning
Into the wind, in all its moods;
Who am I to know the truth?
I need not tell,
Your truth is known so well
To those on whom you cast your spell
In the short flash
Of the life you took,
Yourself.




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