The day I died
Was full of unsent letters
And unsaid goodbyes

Full of longing,
Tears in my eyes.

He turned his back,
Strong hands reached for the door ****.

Morning breeze blowing
Ready to leave,
Not even speaking.

The day I died
Was full of life long regrets
And lasting moments.

Years of waiting,
Mournful laments.

Never returned,
Those strong hands now somewhere else.

His heart now beating-
Time may have passed,
I’m still wanting.

The day I died
Was full of haunting nightmares,
And barrel of tears.

No dark shadow,
My deepest fears.

Just memories,
Strong hands I will never touch.

You’re always in here-
Never forget,
Will wait many years.