I found you washed up on the shore;

Your eyes were closed, your skin like sand

Something deep within me stirred

At the touch of your cold hand

I knew I would not see your smile

anymore; you would not laugh;

I wait for you even now

tracing your life’s epitaph

I could not bear to see you weak

I could not bear to see you fall

and yet I cannot grasp the fact

that I cannot see you at all

If you hadn’t met yourself that day,

no double-goer for you to see,

I wonder, would you be alive,

alive and well and here with me?

Your body's cold, and soft, and white;

no beating heart inside you still;

Now was not your time to die –

and not the ocean’s turn to kill

and yet no matter how I wait

The dice are cast; the race is run;

and you, my friend, shall breathe no more;

you’ve spent your last day in the sun…

I cannot stay another day

Out by this ocean, blank and blue –

The world thinks it has won this fight,

Life’s last triumph over you.

Though no more words from you shall flow,

know I will miss you; for the sun

is not as bright as he once was;

the dice are cast, the race is run.