In my youth you kissed me,

but I did not kiss back.

Too timid.

Too afraid to show emotion.

The love that you had given me,

warmed me to the heart.

I had tried to return your endearment,

but my heart and mind,

are like the alpha and omega.



Now -- years later -- I find myself with you again.

Again for the last moment of my life,

because you are dead,

and I am -- to date -- not.

Unable to cry for you,

I walk towards your eternal bed.

So still you lay,

in your immortal slumber.

But where are you?

Where are you now?

For out of love and regret --

or knowing that you can still witness everything --

I give you the final gift of love that I could bestow.

Slowly bending,

I gently kiss you,

Good-Bye.



By: Roy Quebedeaux