• With these tears,
    of rain,
    coming down my head on my cheek just to run for my feet,
    these tears, that I sheed with the rain coming out with out an end,
    I feel the sadest ever,
    I feel like I should die right here,
    right now,
    I watched you,
    die,
    I watched you live your life,
    I cared for you like people usually do,
    I feel in love.
    But did you understand the pain I felt to see you die?
    For I am a mire being,
    I have emotions even if I don't show them,
    I cry like all the rest at this funeral,
    I don't drive away like the rest.
    I stay waiting for you to come back into my arms,
    just begging for my forgivness,
    ''For I am sorry to,''
    I say,
    "I was the one that loved you,
    for you just loved me back."
    I cry at your grave every time I come.
    I remember you from everything I see,
    this place is where we lived and where we made memories,
    I have to leave not matter what.
    This sorrow is to great for me to handle in my broken heart,
    but for if I leave I can not stand to be away from the memories we left,
    but I did so anyways.
    For I left and got a job and a place,
    I have a bed, with a pillow,
    and a pillow case.
    The one I allways used.
    If I were to use yours I would die,
    from your scent just hidden in that pillow case.
    I can't stand it any more,
    I HAVE to come back.
    If I don't I will die,
    ''I came back,"
    I say at your grave,
    "I can't leave you, I will be barried right next to you no matter what."
    I cry but so dose everyone else at this funneral, but that was the past,
    but for I am pregant and have been,
    "Your child,"
    I say while rubbing my belly,
    "She's going to be the best, with our love."
    after having your baby I charish her with my life,
    and my love.
    'Your baby'
    I thought,
    'IS the best, isn't she darling?'
    We go to your grave with a picture of you in one hand and her hand in the other.
    I put your picture on the soil,
    next to the wilted flowers.
    "For this is your father,
    he's very much like you."
    ''Mommy,"
    she asks,
    "When will I meet daddy?"
    I cry while grabbing her for an embrace,
    "Daddy, he's gone, he's nev- you'll meet him one day, I'm sure you will."
    "When mama?"
    she asks.
    "In a long time darling, but momy will come with you when you do,
    you won't be alone."
    For I was talking to her about the future,
    when we die we will join you.
    For I want you to meet,
    'Your Baby