Its been seven months to the day that your short life ended
your face now only smiles at me through my computer screen
too young to have felt loss such as this, I weep myself dry
My dreams once mundane brighten when your brown eyes appear
you show me things about our relationship that I never saw before,
and I take you places that you will never get to see, or touch, when my eyes are open
dreams are not always so sweet
at times,
I have nightmares
of the last time we had together
To go back and make amends with you, my only wish
the argument about something so unimportant, voices like cannon fire
hand to face leaving your cheek with anger flush
the words I hate you through my lips
before my mouth knew what I was saying
I hate you when really I wanted to say love
I'm sorry, I love you, I miss you, come back...
words that now hang in space never to reach your ears
words more concrete than the stone that now rests above your head
Goodbye my friend,
rest well I will see you again
one day.
Around you I will wrap my arms and whisper
I have missed you Alex, it has been far to long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem