• You sit silently
    hardly even aware of
    anything at all
    You look into the water
    you look through the window
    made of dreams
    and of nightmares

    Is this where it will end?
    Is this truly the final move?
    Why do you look like that,
    so still upon the shore?

    You should wake up
    from your peaceful slumber
    Please . . . wake up.

    How am I supposed to continue on
    without you by my side
    guiding me through
    all the hard times?

    I clutch your hand
    Why is it so cold?
    I shake you
    Why do you not stir?
    I look into your brown eyes
    Why are they so still?

    People come
    they try to take you
    I will not let them
    They speak to me,
    tell me why.

    Why must death
    be so cruel?