pain

pain to pain

tear to tear

his death on my hands

behind my eyelids stains the image i created

bloody moon you see all this and share my agony

the pain the tears,

the joy the fears

how did it happen

one shot and he was gone

years and years

and yet the memory stays

is it possible to live when you have no life left

here again thinking of him

'wait for me' i pray 'we will soon be together again'