Losing the Poet

How can I cry for someone

That ignored my own existence

How often do I have to write

Until my words match yours someday?

The wind carries the music of our toughts

A melody that I will always remember

Cold days will be our shelter

A memory born in December

I will always shed a tear for you

Lilies upon your grave.

Your poems were so bittersweet

A pen scratching words and spitting blood

No one understood your pain

But in my soul it would always remain.

You were my mentor and my teacher

My greatest source of inspiration

I was too far to hear your screams

Still you lied in the velvet of my dreams.

Hearing your name, thinking of you

Made my heart always beat fast

Both shared the passion for the Past

A dust that would never settle down.

You gave life to my wishes

Despite the boundaries of our worlds

A sublime match, a perfect start

Even when Death tore us apart.

The last goodbye I never said

Became a scar for a lifetime

I feel so sorry for your doom

My poor rosebud that ceased to bloom.

At last we have crossed our paths

My tears a tribute to your poems,

Lilies upon you grave.