You succeeded, where I failed.
And I still feel the cold wind on my face,
And the ice of its embrace.
It�s a dark day, here, today,
But not for the reasons they suggest.
I wonder if you cried that night;
If you shivered, and felt the chill�
And I shiver,
I feel the cold wind, still.
Between your decision and your passing
Did you weep, for words unspoken,
Did tears mingle with your heart blood?
Like mine did�
As you grieved for a spirit broken,
All alone, so alone.
I knew you not at all in life,
And I know not whether to envy you or mourn you.
I keep thinking: this is me, you are me,
In at least, what could have been�
As I�m standing in this cold, cold wind
That you will never feel.
(c) Lishesque
3 April 2003