Broken Serenade

Starting from the ending

A long and drawn out farewell

Not to say goodbye just another way to tell



What words to console

Finding closure for my heart

When grieving is like an open wound

Time does its best to mend us

As blood ferments on the skin



It's not so potent as the first incision

But pain accompanies the joys intoxication

Beneath every smile is an unspoken tear

And all I can say is that I wish you were here



Did it take tragedy to unite us?

Derailing all that gets in the way

Loss makes night of even the most beautiful day

As I meander down these feelings

Speaking what I'm not supposed to say

I know that you're still alive somewhere

But I still miss you anyway



Waiting for honesty to calibrate to truth

When feelings are based in perceptions of a blind reality

As faith goes to war with my eyes for my mentality



Confidence greets profession

Reinforce my hope in something more

Are we living or dying in the moment?

Longing for what promise the future has in store



A thought in my mind and a question

Reminiscent of my pondering point of view

Did you know that we would be gathering on this day

To both celebrate and weep for the bittersweet memory of you



When our lives have been perfumed

And you were the source of the scent

Every photograph reminds me

Of your presence that is absent



What is life but a game of waiting?

With every breath we are suffocating

Learning to dream beyond what we can imagine

Our colors captive to the limited hue

There is not enough pigment in these words

To illustrate the kaleidoscope of you



Oh but to think what are we but your legacy

And do we reflect it well enough to be your own

When every moment makes us who we are

And you are the serenade of a place I can call home...