By the sea
I Cannot Say Goodbye
I cannot say goodbye to her,
this friend I held so very dear,
and even as the flowers wilt,
I know I cannot shed a tear.
For if I do, it might be real,
then grief would feast upon my heart.
I know that I would surely die,
so dare not even let them start.
Such loving memories I have.
The summer rain upon her face,
how her hand fit my own so well.
I pray that time will not erase.
Contagious always, was her laugh.
I smile as I remember it.
She'd often flirt and so would I,
while we held hands as we would sit.
Be damned, that tear that just escaped!
That it did fall, I am not sure,
but does not mean that she is gone.
If but grief had a pill or cure.
If you think time can heal such hurt,
you tell a lie, to hell with you!
She is not buried in this dirt,
We've still so many things to do.
On dew-soaked earth I kneel and speak,
and touch each letter of her name,
embrace gray granite, cold and dead,
and know I'll never be the same.