12 June 2012
If I wrote a book it would be about you
And how everything you tried to save just fell through.
I'd write chapters on just how your eyes were so gray
And each page would be stained with my tears from that day.
The cover would show how you just weren't so tough
And how even my letters weren't quite enough.
I keep a notebook of each poem I save
And today, love, I'm putting it here on your grave.
You Are Love • Opuss № I