It is these events, from where the rest of our thoughts now spawn,
Certain circumstances that stop us dead in our tracks,
It is from these realities, the likes of we were not yet ready to receive,
That render any hope of good things to come as illusory.
I don't have the words to express the might of pain,
I read, there in the depth of your eyes, the very meaning of the word misfortune,
It's a cold memory, much like that December night,
When your burning hopes left place to ashes.
I didn't find the words to explain the unexplainable,
I didn't find the words to console the inconsolable,
I only found my hand to place on your shoulder,
Waiting for tomorrows to hurry and play their role.
I don't have miracle phrases that could soothe your pain,
No magic formula hidden among these bleeding words,
I found only my presence to aid you suffer,
And noted that in this silence, your sorrow helped me grow as a person.
I didn't find the remedy to repair a broken heart,
So much time is needed for a heart to be able to heal,
Having lived with and learned how to live without her,
She wrote somewhere that you would cry tears of blood.
You knew how to stand strong and I admire your courage,
You move forward while keeping your head up and you're getting through this storm,
Compared to your crucible, it all seems trivial to me,
Just like these very words that rain down and I write without hope do.
Nevertheless, the seasons will carry on, all the while saluting your patience,
In your strength and in your desires, I have total confidence,
You will never be the same, but, in the skies of our tomorrows,
Her star will forever shine upon you to light the way.