by Ruth Cheeseman

Created on: June 06, 2010

Neil

Bittersweet I hold your memory

Some of which I bid adieu

Others I do gently cling to

Cherishing the man I knew.

Pain and shame are my companions

Sorrow, guilt- to me, belong

Over cruel hands now dealt you

I must share in what went wrong.

Though I tried in all good conscience

How I rue that very day

Bloodguilt stains my inner garment

From that knowledge, I’ll not stray.

Nor the undeserved forgiveness

Or the faces etched with tears

Wrenched from me my very spirit

Burned into my mind for years.

How I wish my hand could hold yours.

How I long to see you smile.

How I’d bend the arms of time back

If you’d walk with me a while.

Some have claimed your life was useless

Others claimed life has to end

Did you know that you were precious

Can I tell you now, my friend?

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