Questions forever remaining Lingering, though in the past The answers have gone on unspoken For questions you no longer ask Doubts and uncertainties growing Feeding from veins long since cold These questions forever unanswered The truth here will never be told As I stand here looking down on you Feeling the lesser by far You should be the one standing here And I should be where you are This stone should be whispering my name Not screaming yours into my mind In failing to answer, I've lost you In loss, I'm now losing my mind I scream over and over I love you As tears soak the ground where you lie But my cries go on unanswered For your love, unanswered, has died
This is an old poem, written in honor of my first love. Not a week before her passing, we finally told each other how we truly felt for one anotherΒ Β as more than just best friends. Before we could share the love we felt in life together, and live the dreams we had been unknowingly sharing, she was taken from this world.