And here's my elegy, elegantly written,
Barely fitting, in these pages,
I'm sitting on my hopes,
and dwelling on my notes,
My back's against the ropes,
my thoughts are bursting out of me,
half cowardly,
I tremble as I move,
I'm shaking in my boots,
Replaying in my head,
feels like forever losing you,
Stuck in a place like a hamster in a wheel,
Until sick is all I feel,
Avoid thinking just to deal,
I keep on spiraling til I'm getting nowhere quick like that hamster and its steel,
Caged within these thoughts,
My prison is my cross,
The sickness is the cure,
No wonder I feel lost.

This is the longest winter,
time slowed to a crawl,
I guess it is ironic, you passed away in early fall.