Sorrow immersed to the depth in you obvious in the last frame
I remember solidly that I could not capture my own-
I contained myself. Catatonic unable to realize your ending
I choke down the regret that I didn’t fully appreciate the color in your cheeks.
I admit I long for any unfound word, or scribble written by you, or of you;
And yet, in the days of commonplace sentences, not fogged by mind disease,
I didn’t open an ear to listen, to memorize the flavor, or tone of your voice.
Perhaps If I had; I could train myself to re-remember the features I had forgotten.
While gazing upon your never changing image, my heart clenches and twists,
If only I could send you a message silently in a whisper; despite death you’ll hear it,
A message that could overpower death’s hold on you, trump any rights it once claimed.
Twists death’s arm, plays on it's conscience, until it releases your body from it’s vice,
And give back what it’s stolen.
