Once more unto the earth -
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
I knew when you were gone,
But I never got to say goodbye;
I have no memory of the last time I saw you,
No recollection of the last words
I said to you, that you said to me...
There's a part of me that feels selfish,
But I wish I'd seen you once more,
Even if it was after you'd turned cold -
I can barely remember your face,
And it kills me still,
After all these years have passed.
One day you were here, the next you were gone
Without a trace.
I try to forgive those who say I was too young
To visit you before you died,
And I try to forgive them for snatching my chance
At closure by cremating you behind closed doors -
I didn't even know the date.
I can forgive them, I think, because they believed
They were doing the right thing,
But it still haunts me, hurts me, deep inside.
We scattered some ashes months later,
I know,
But it didn't feel like you:
I was just throwing dust into the wind.
It couldn't make up for seeing your face
And making sure you knew the things
That we both left unsaid.
I just needed to see you.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...