Oh please tell me that it is not so,
I watch as they remove your body from the snow.
They say that you jumped from the tallest plateau.
In the back of my throat, I hold the word “no”.
You’re gone, but I feel as if you do not know.
You’re hair still has its shine, your face still its glow,
And on your lips lies a kiss that will never blow.
The man removes the sheet to take your photo,
And that’s when I see your deep red torso.
I hate that I have so much love left to show,
And I will never have time to give the thanks I still owe.
But I can still bring you joy in your favorite meadow,
For I will have you buried under the weeping willow.
You can remain forever in its shadow.
I know that it hasn’t been since too long ago,
But without you here, my life is hollow.
I will see you again once I finally go,
But for now I will remain without you, solo.