I wrote you a sweet song,
a melancholy tune to pass on,
some lyrics and a rhythm
that were only mine
but now I give them.

I gave you the best part,
of this farewell I kept to myself.
A streak of tears
drops that no one hears.

I kept you in my mind
slightly shaded and distorted
by the passage of time.

I know you are not rocking
safe in some heavenly embrace,
and all that is left is a rotting face.

If I could turn back time
for just a few moments
I’d give you a day with
all of my loving hugs and kisses.

Instead, you pass on in proses
and passages in these poems
I wrote.
Each line written
was once hidden
but came when bidden.

A weeping melody,
for transient beings
whose life is over
but still it sings.

So, here are my tithings.
It is better than nothing,
noting my sorrow
and gratitude
that I lost,
but at least I had the chance
to know you.