Fading

“I’m sorry.”

As I sit in the church, a few rows behind you,

I can hear as your sobs grew.

Looking at the bed of flowers in front of the room,

I see the picture of the boy who met his doom.

As I study the picture I realize,

That boy is me.

The room has darkened,

I only see you,

Standing and placing a single flower by the picture,

Then leaving, your expression blue.

Tears burned in my eyes,

I couldn’t speak, I could only sigh.

I followed you, and I tried to reach you,

I tried to get your attention.

However, you walked right past me,

And I couldn’t say a word.

Days passed, and then weeks,

Everyday I watched you pass me by.

I watched pleasant aura grow dark and sad,

But all I could do was silently cry.

Forever you were sad,

But your heart was also mad.

I didn’t know what to do to fix it,

I wanted to make you happy again.

I tried to tell you, “I’m here!”

But you only felt a slight breeze.

You did turn once, looking right at me,

But I knew you didn’t see me,

Then I began to fade. . .

The years grew on,

And I watched you age.

And the older you grew, the more I’d fade.

I watched you get married, in a beautiful gown of white,

And I saw you cry when you couldn’t bear a child, one winter’s night.

As your life went by, I would fade,

I realized you were forgetting me, and I prayed.

My heart filled with sadness when you grew ill,

Slowly, you were giving up, sealing Death’s deal.

Your eyes lost their spark,

And I was fading in the dark.

Your lay on your deathbed, and I saw you dying,

I couldn’t reach you, or stop myself from crying.

Then as you passed, I disappeared,

Would I never see you again as I feared?

I turned around, and there you were,

Happy tears filled my eyes, my vision a blur.

And when you spotted me, tears fell and your face was aglow,

Then I smiled and waved and said:

“Hello”