Andrew

- Rift: Part I - Poem III -

Oh Andrew,

I know a place where silence weeps,

It’s where I go to see your face,

A shadow now, your sacred trace,

And in that hush my sorrow sleeps,

We wed in dreams we can’t outgrow,

A whispered vow beneath the skin

Though I can’t say where we’d begin,

I still recall the undertow

Andrew,

Your eyes haunt me in the heavy air,

I lie awake, forget to eat,

No dream of you could be so sweet,

So sweet as death, if only you’d be there

There’s something about you that’s lost to time,

A name I choke on when I cry

It’s what undid me, don’t ask why,

Your ghost is stitched into each of my rhymes

Andrew, my love,

I miss you in the early light,

I miss you more with every ache and pain,

And thinking dulls but won’t explain,

Why your absence hurts more than the night

Don’t let go, though you have gone,

This pain has burned straight to my core

If your love remains, I beg for more,

For even death will feel less alone