Dry dust touches my lips as the very essence of my soul slips away into the darkness.
Wind tangles my hair as happiness becomes a distant memory.
Tears shimmer on my cheek as I whisper "I love you" one last time.

Although I do not share your beliefs, I take out a crumbled up parchment with Corinthians 5:1 and begin to read aloud...
Finished I look up to catch your mother's gaze.
Her eyes soft and piercing.
She has been crying fro days.
She doesn't blink, doesn't speak.
And I know exactly what she is saying.

It is my fault we are lowering your body into the earth.  
It is my fault we will never see you smile again.

It is my fault...

Gasping for air I turn to leave.
Trembling more with every step.

It is my fault...

Finally out of sight I collapse.
Silently screaming your name.

It is my fault...

Never should I have left.
Never should I have gone.

It is my fault...

I should have answered.
I should have called.

It is my fault.
Dear Sister.
It is my fault.