Forgive me, because I stood on your grave and cried.
You weren’t there. You died.
And where are you off to, coz?
What paths will choose you to be their walker?
The pavements in our hearts are covered in your footsteps.
There’s still no sign of you.
We can still hear your laughter, if we sit tight and listen –
And we miss you, coz.

But I understand, you’re off somewhere, wandering far from our grief. You’re on the other side of the world, living still, living always. You do, because we carry your memories with us. But we’ll let you wander away – just promise me you’ll come back.

I stood at your grave and wept,
That promise none of us kept,
Although the blowing wind tried to tear the tears away.
Summer gave way to winter that day,
And the cold bit us in late July
– but the flowers paid no mind –
They piled on you, so I could only see the smallest slab of marble at my feet.

But I wept coz, there was nothing else to do as we held on to each other in familiar disbelief. I am not that strong, I don’t have faith in the heavens. But you were part of the sunshine that lit our downcast faces. I haven’t ventured far enough to look for you in the night and spot your constellation.

I still know you’re out there though – riding winds and playing sweet light strings on cloud guitars – playing music for our hearts. I hear you all the time now.

Forgive me when I stood on your grave and cried,
Because you were there. You died.

And where are you off to now, coz?