Don't Come Back

I'm apologizing for causing such crying

over this finally dying. It never stood

a chance dear, and we both knew.

When we walked the river - alcohol

flooding our liver. I'd take it back now,

if only I could.

Now your vessel is fading, a soul ferrying

all that you were carrying. You probably see

black now.

I've sat on our bed, alone and prone to

a mind turning stone. Someday it won't

hurt anymore.