

Stay With Me Such as death scars the living, leaving woundsStay With Me by *FuzzyHoser
that can not break the skin, I am left without a mark.
Only visions of what can not occur stay with me,
as you promised me you could not.
And the days seem longer, without the quiet
that I found in your company. Words, never necessary,
were generally found in the passing moments. I miss,
most of all, the way your smile sounded.
Your eyes, grey as the inbetween of everything
seemingly understood, took the weight of the day
from my shoulders, often. When they could not, I found
in them a graceful forgiveness for my defeat.
And as I stand, wounded in ways that never heal,
I ask you to s