Poem: I never thanked you

A tear of pain rolls down a path set by those before him

Moving hands write a tale while my subtle sound becomes more and more slim
Screams of agony fill the inside because whispers only enter from the outside
Misery through sound … hope and laughter both died
Now only the sound of writing of the pen becomes clear
Crumbling images shattering noises … this is truly the becoming of his worst fear
As tears make the paper soggy and hard to read
These are not normal words …
Letters seem filled with anger the pen seems to bleed
While its content humble and thankful
But as he writes it … he can hear the words he put down pound in his skull
“Thank you for being there, Thank you”
“Never again will I feel you, dance with you … I’m going to miss you”
His hands start to shake his eyesight becomes blurry
His desperation takes over compared to this death is not a worry
The candle starts to flicker the rooms darkness suddenly gets a lot thicker
The room starts to fill with sounds of the night as he writes “I will never forget ya”
Medicine left of him … liqueur to the right
Watching a grown man cry … what an destroying sight
He feels my presence yet he tries not to acknowledge me
He acts as if I’m not in the room because he knows soon he will lose me
My arms never left his body my warmth never left his heart
Even though our medium of communication is going away
We will not be torn apart
My memory will be a ocean at which every stream will end
To think our love is only a move away … just a flick of your hand
I will miss you just like I know you will hate to not be with me
I will read you last sentence and then leave you … man breaking up is never easy
“Doctor diagnosed me he broke my will to life
When he said I don’t have much time left”
“Damn I don’t know how to tell you this but music …. I’m going deaf”

Poem: I never thanked you