Three Days Grace
It haunts me,
that I never got
to see your eyes
I remember my hand
on your chest,
(a memories
strangeness that
never wanes and
the reverence, for
me, never dims)
watching your body
as a gentle lift,
in each breathe
clasped hands
to sleep, holding
onto moments
soft cries of dreams
penetrated a veil,
separating you
from the future
for three days you
dwelt among us,
gifting us presence
of your grace
we made treasures
of minutes,
in Milli seconds
for a thousand years
my spirit will mourn
and every eve
I look to the night,
as each sparkling
light reminds me
of you
still, it haunts me
I never felt
your gaze
so, in my skies,
I paint a star
next to another
pretending they light
your eyes
and on the face
of the moon
I am sketching,
my effigy of grief
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