Jocelyn Theresa Cook Poet Rhyme

When Death Rips Us Apart

Where are you now? Can you still hear,
Or am I crying to the air?
Do you see me breaking down,
Or are you gone without a sound?

Did you fight when darkness came?
Did you whisper out my name?
Did you know the end was near,
Or did it strike without a fear?

And God  I rage, I beg, I plead,
Why take the ones we love, we need?
Why give us bonds too strong to sever,
Then rip them out, gone forever?

How can I live when you’re not here?
How can the world spin year by year?
How can the sun still dare to rise,
While I am drowning in goodbyes?

I blame myself  I always will.
I should have stayed, been stronger still.
I should have answered, should have known,
Should not have left you there alone.

What if I called, what if I stayed,
What if I fought, what if I prayed?
Would you be here, would you survive,
Would love have kept you still alive?

They say you’re in a “better place,”
But I would trade all heaven’s grace.
What is “better” if you’re gone?
What is right in moving on?

Memories fade  I fear they will,
Your laugh, your voice, your gentle will.
So I pretend you’re still alive,
Because the truth won’t let me survive.

I push it back, I turn away,
I hide the grief, I will not say.
For if I face that you are gone,
I’ll lose myself, I can’t go on.

Yet grief does not release its hold,
It claws, it burns, it makes me cold.
It lives inside, a wound, a scar,
A proof of love for who you are.

And maybe that’s the cruelest truth:
To love so deep, to lose in youth.
To carry silence, wear the scar,
To live half-dead for who you are.

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