If only our troubled shoulders bore the weight
like those tenuous tendrils of water and air;
the worries of this world to vaporize into just
another sweet and soft morning breeze.

We held hands watching the sunset
so innocently enjoying this perfect day;
"Jump into the water with me, its fun!"
We splash and swim without a care.

If only our soiled hands came so clean
as in our sparkling, scintillating stream;
the current to carry away the filth and grime,
bodies washed clean as souls could not.

My hands still dirty from the soil of your grave,
eyes blinded by the tears of loss, I say goodbye;
now the cold, cavernous earth holds your body
as your tender heart once held my fragile dreams.