Oh, why does this anger appear?

I cry bitter tears night and day.

Still; it will not leave me here.

On and on it follows

Oh the weight of that December,
left me sullen like and ember.
Like The Raven always wishing,
wishing for an easy fishing.

That

In the middle of this garden,
a riot of color,
I kneel as though in worship.

Before this stone,
anonymous and gray,
I pluck

Once upon a yesterday I walked this road with you

Hand in hand we strolled along

Knowing only that which was

It makes me angry
that I have lost you forever
You have gone to heaven
to be with the other
wonderful people
whom we have known