• Rain drops pitter,
    patter,
    splash,
    Large crows twitter,
    just above my head.

    My tongue feels swollen,
    as though it had been tied down by a pound of lead.
    Her face is a burned memory,
    a person,
    I wish everyday,
    that I could see.

    Rain drops patter on her grave,
    a wonderful person,
    that doctors were unable to save.
    She would not live,
    I had been told,
    I could never,
    would never,
    forgive,
    myself

    She's gone,
    but where to?
    In the ground buried far away?
    No,
    in my heart is where I keep her,
    and that's where she will always stay.