Just sitting at the computer
I thought and it made me human.
I felt and it made me cry.
I saw and my heart ached.
Now I know that we are not perfect.
It has been said that nothing is.
But I have touched you with eyes as pure
as any childís could ever be.
I held you in a tight, comforting hold
but it was short and only in my mind.
We screamed when we were born,
and cry when we die.
Seems we are never quite happy
to be where we are.
But I am happy to be here. However Iíd die to be there.
I ran my hand down your face,
it's cold, not at all like I remember.
Your skin's kind of pale, it
doesnít have that glow it once radiated.
you looked very nice, lying there in your Sunday dress.
They did a great job with your make up.
I tried to speak but meaningless words came tumbling out.
Your name permanently etched into my soul.
I miss you and it makes my sad.
I long to be with you. There
seems so little left for me here. Iím tired.
Baby, I'm coming for you.
I feel no more.
I think no less.
I hold you tight.
I looked so nice lying there
in my Sunday suit.
†There is something inside me
and I know it's good,
but understanding is misunderstood.
[This message has been edited by Effigy (edited 05-25-2000).]