As all the days and years pass,
My memory still stays in place,
In place with that fateful day, alas,
Where I last saw your face.
I wish I could have said more,
Told you of the tears I shed.
Loved all the same, rich or poor,
You were, healthy or bled.
And as you turned away,
Time froze over.
But I was as if a statue of clay,
Then I felt no pain or closure.
I had said my goodbyes to you,
Wishing for the next day to come.
But fate, perhaps madness, became my rue,
Only longing to be with you, to not be numb.
-J
