I was at your bedside the night you died

Your brittle frame tucked tightly under starched folds of white

the continued buzz from the neon lights above our heads

interrupted the conversations i wanted to have with you day after day

I did not presume to have a meaning or a basis for understanding

so that night while we were alone

I joined my hand with your soul

and I murmured confessions about the sins I had committed

I gave you the reasons for the madness behind my actions

The bad decisions I made I blamed on youth

consequences taught me about life's drafts that should have never went to print

I felt those awful secrets were now brought to justice through your pain

every reflection jumped between injury and regret

unconscious wishes and secrets went on to become

a powerful prayer I say for you know