I fell asleep my face stained of tears,
In this soft comforting bed.
The ice from your wounds have melted to water
Let it flow along the floor,
Let it flow like the blood,
Let the sorrow flow from my eyes.
My hot guilty tears,
Roll down my face from my eyes
And land on the pillow of my bed.
As I cry for your loss of blood
I wonder why you died in the water,
Why is it you not me strewn across the river floor.
That night still reflects in my eyes.
The calor of your blood Seeping through the water.
And then we were sent into the hospital beds
As we were rushed across the hospital floor,
Your parents chocking back tears.
Your frozen casket on the mortuary floor.
Is it comfortable? Your final bed?
I study the lifeless you not crying any tears.
Transfixed by the stillness of your closed eyes.
But along the marble floor are puddles of water,
Produced by the people related to you by blood.
As you were lowered into the floor
In your casket -your final bed-
As the sensation burned my eyes,
I let go of my tears,
I let them mingle in the river of water
Produced by those related to you by blood.
I walk back across the frosty floor, never again to gaze
in your eyes. For you are asleep in your bed, your parents
still crying tears and the water still mixing with your blood.
