Grieving
If I could recreate the universe in you one day,
I’d start with your eyes and hope and pray
That everything you see is like your wildest dreams,
Where everything is perfect, not broken or ripped at the seams.
I’d start with your hair, cascading over your shoulder,
Exposing your long neck: beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Those brilliant, brunette, luscious, long locks
That only makes me want to rewind the clocks.
I’d start with your hands, to shape and mould
The world before you; to handle and hold
All of our lives, yours fits so completely with mine,
And I’ll get lost in your embrace, oh how I wish to go back in time.
I’d start with your lips, so delicate and plump;
All encompassing to me; I have to swallow the lump
That grows in my throat when I think “one day we’ll atone”,
And be finally together, and I will be home.
I’d start with the mistakes and remove all of the bad,
All the wrong doing and fights that we had.
Then again, I think no, this brought us here,
To me by your side, holding you, my dear.
I’d start with the pure and everything good,
Making things perfect, having them as only you would.
I’ll reminisce on the memories we made when we lived in our primes,
And I’ll never forget you, for your sake and for mine.
I’d start with your heart, filling it with love,
With everything you are; spirit as free as a dove.
I’ll leave a space to entwine our souls together,
And when they return to each other, we’ll feel as light as a feather.
It breaks me to say this, but you’ll never return,
But to me you live on, with every flame that burns.
Everything we could have been was right around the corner,
You were always the strong one, so I’ll try, in your honour
To carry on as you did when the world was so cruel,
And we were so young, in love and were fools.
I know you’ll still protect me, watching on from above,
And I’ll never forget you, my one true love.