I cling to you with trembling hand

feeling grief blot the sun,

tears mingling with shadows lurking

I fear that precious time together

will be drowned too soon

by waves that can’t be overcome.

Bleached white drops of blood

paving way for what is to come.

Fingers locked to cherish moments,

cradling memories of time leaking

into blue pools of sorrow.

Clotting of life’s veins cannot forestall

approach of the thunderous sky,

I touch your aura, envious

of the white light emanating

with your scent grasping air,

steps along our path faltering,

your footsteps making this home.

I am not ready to let you go.

At night, I mourn the morning light

gazing through misted windows.

I ache with the breaths I take,

willing to give them to you

so that our sunrise will shine

for a little bit longer.

I can’t bear rising to newborn dawn

in my lonely barren desert,

curling in fetal position

unless you are there beside me

as I watch the water of inevitability

flow to its lowest point,

curving to fit your heartbeats.

She lives with her son, heartbreak is her home

because while he doesn't live, she still isn't alone

Grief is a life that she wishes she could live

Not all cried out still fighting for the surface

Drowning in tears, she can no longer expel

Grief is a dream, because her life isn't hell

A limbo instead, where she lives with the dead

One in particular, the one that she made, and then made his bed

 but when she made his bed, he stayed up instead

His contrarian nature, a boot filled with lead

That dragged him to the depths

His escape was his death

but when she tried to follow, nothing was left

So she stayed where he died,

and forgot how to cry,

and learned how to live with nothing inside

When you're eating and sleeping just to stay alive

When pleasure and pain won't even acquaint you

Try to find your way when they don't motivate you

And so she longs for days long lost

When blistering pain was a fair cost

to think of her love and the pleasure he brought

even anger he housed and destruction he wrought

His broken mind was too much for him to bear

So now she bore it for him, and her own twisted share

She can still see his face when she closes her eyes

She can't accept that he's dead when he's still so alive,

So she waits until the angel image clears

To reassemble her life, and face her tears

but she can't face her deepest fears

That she can't lose him, and she's glad he's here

She'll ward off both heartache and grief

For as long as she sees him when she sleeps

In this bed made for an angel

With her sanity free to wax and wane her

Broken mind deserves respite

As she's too submerged to see the light