If Only I Looked Up

If only I looked up to see the lines on your face I would have seen that they led to the fear in your heart Surely, I would have persuaded you from embarking On this expedition you are yet to return from If only I looked into your eyes when you called me I would have felt the trepidation within your soul Indeed, I would have calmed your nerves repeating your words: It is well with us! It is Well!! It is well with us!!! Though an age has passed with over five thousand sunsets Time has not mended this wound I carry in my soul My mind and heart are engulfed in a brutal battle One seeks closure, the other an unfinished story My eyes have grown dim and dye cannot hide my grey hairs If I were to contemplate the silver cord is free Where do I erect a stone and what words do I etch? The Muse is yet to craft the words for your epitaph Your memory is like a cedar by the river If the Owner of time were to allow me grace I would return to that Tuesday and behold your face I would embrace you like you cuddled me as a child