There you are in marble
all that may be left

****.

I thought we had more time
I knew you held on
The last thing I said to you was on the phone
doubt you even heard it

They talked about God at the service
how you're with him now
your pain is over
and you're happy
God loved you all along

Then why did he forsake you
for years of pain and torment
your own body treasonous
deteriorating from inside out
Should I thank God
or be mad he let you through it
Better minds than mine
have never figured that out

I got a tattoo of your initials on my ribs
I know you hated em
but I figured you'd make an exception
I miss you

But at least I have you in marble
the dates you came and went
and a nice little poem
of how you're safe now