One More Time

Truth unwound before me
like a bitter, solemn, ending
When his eyes revealed the tragedy,
as I held him in my arms.

When I looked at him again
he was like an empty bottle.
Though I could taste what once existed,
there was no drink left to be shared.

I picked up my phone a thousand times
expecting to hear his voice.
But condolences were all that responded,
making this nightmare too real.

I here his voice when I am alone
and his old shirts I wear as a comfort.
He left so much behind him
as sweet sorrowful reminders.

If I could see him, just for a moment,
I'd say, "I will love you forever",
I'd promise that we'll meet again.
I'd put my hand on his heart. I'd get lost in his eyes

Just one more time.