I am putting us
to Song and Dance.
A melody for pain,
A chorus of chance.
Your actions replay
in the refrain.
I see myself again,
crying in the rain.
We sit and have coffee,
I kiss your child.
But I relive the tragedy,
to put it mild.
Heartbreak and angst,
but we're healthy and whole.
What will writing this testimony,
do to my soul?