Waking on a Wednesday Afternoon
Well there you were for sure, not going anywhere
You had all the time in the world, now
Just lying there, still as a stone in the river
Never moving while we sat around waking you
The only sounds the damn clock
ticking, telling the opening seconds
Of your eternity, forever nothingness.
Such cosmic provocation, ripping into veins,
Tearing at our guts and reason,
Our tears, trying, proving the living
our words failing our shock
Urgent in our need to salve, protect,
Do in the face of grave undoing.
Arrested by your love
To commune, embrace your truth
empty out the ocean of our grief
And wake again.