I was at your bedside the night you died
Your brittle frame tucked tightly under starched folds of white
the continued buzz from the neon lights above our heads
interrupted the conversations i wanted to have with you day after day
I did not presume to have a meaning or a basis for understanding
so that night while we were alone
I joined my hand with your soul
and I murmured confessions about the sins I had committed
I gave you the reasons for the madness behind my actions
The bad decisions I made I blamed on youth
consequences taught me about life's drafts that should have never went to print
I felt those awful secrets were now brought to justice through your pain
every reflection jumped between injury and regret
unconscious wishes and secrets went on to become
a powerful prayer I say for you know