Untitled #As If The Moon, Whirling On

I could not save your life
No more than I could stop the tide
But know, you know, how hard I tried
And how I cried
When your hand left mine.

It was the same with all the rest-
Physical gestures from close to death
And I guess I must've noticed that
I can't take many more,
Not so important to me.

But I will, because, chin up!
All this history and tales
We'll never know their details
Slipping away from you,
And you did the same to us.

Emotions - the follies,
Hide all I want and they still lurk,
An ineffective bandage over the real hurt,
I need to remove, to erase, to crush my heart.

I could not save your life
No more than I could stop the tide
You, the vibrant ship in the sepia forest,
Are my shining gem, lost,
Precious to me from start to end.