and saw the touch of death;
deep lines of pain, and startled eyes
that spoke of truth not said.
And when we knew I looked again
and hoped to see you there,
but with the truth you slipped away
and made your pact instead.
Your thoughts were never mine to have,
but then I ached to hear
of all you felt and thought and hoped;
but still it was not said.
You turned to death and moved away
from all I had to give,
with no goodbyes and no hello’s
and I was left to live.