In love on a day like any other.
Saw a grim report in the paper and the news.
Received a call from your mother.
The rest is a history that I cannot refuse.
For I kept writing these meager words in the name of you.
Looked once more and all I saw in the water was me.
Hoping the dream of your resurrection would one day come true.
So I kept writing these words to call you from the grave.
For we can once more sing, dance, and thrash in my garage.
I tried my best to be strong, tried my best to be brave.
Thought I saw you once again but t'was only another mirage.
Do you not think it is a simple task to stand?
Shedding painful tears as I left red amaryllis at your stone.
I even threw in the latest album of your favorite band.
Looked in the sea once more to find that I was still alone.
I came to resist what was left of these little things.
Reconciled to accept that this reality is not kind to a widowed lover.
A luxury reserved exclusively for the queens and kings.
Peered into the abyss once more to find something or another.
My distant heart raced from what I saw.
A visage looked back mired with sadness and regret.
Our reunion was brief if it happened at all.
But it was a true experience that I'll never forget.
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