I shall write
But my papers can not endure the spilling blood
Seven months have passed since I last saw your face
The two steps that separated us
Are now replaced by a thousand miles
and I stand like a handicapped

I shall wait
When waiting is a sin
And death might lie behind my curtain

You will live
You will live
You will live on

My poetry will be your home
The letters will embrace you
You will live and thrive between the arms of my syllables
And my tears shall put you to sleep

You will be read
You will be read between the lines
You will be read in my lousy handwriting
You will be read in my failed attempts

and you will be seen
You will be seen in the color of my hair
you will be seen in all the black I wear

you will be heard
you will be heard in the songs on my playlist
you will be heard in my choice of words
and you will be heard, always, for you are the sacred name I swear by

Do not be afraid, my love
I will survive on the remains of the electric sparks you left in my system

I will stand as tall
as the mountain you dress in
and I will strive
to keep your memory aglow

But you will always
remember me
And I shall always
Keep you alive

I turn and burn
for my flames to keep you warm

and I welcome the bullets of distance
just to shield you from harm

for you I would walk
on water and on any sky

to sprinkle stars above your roof
and quench any weakening thirst