I Stood Upon A Roof, Waiting

I stood upon a roof, waiting,

I see her there, still.

A pale form among all the green

Where I once stood,

She was apart.

The sage night waited,

But I saw her, still

In that strange sleep where blood runs cold,

And I watch the silver thread of a vein

Leave her lying form

And find me, so far above.

Around my wrist, I feel

The whisper of her.

It leaves me.

Every thought that stirs

In the dark of my mind

Sounds the same and

Always will:

How terrible it was

For Death to hold her in his arms,

And for me to love her still.