Wish you were here,
at the altar of truth clear,
Cognizant of the preciousness of each breath,
Gulping in today knowing full well this will only end in death,
I wanted to hold your hand as we crossed graves,
Holding each other up and pretending it was okay,
Enjoying moments as we could but now that has all gone away,
Memories like blankets, covering former days,
I would have happily cocooned with you in hell,
Ascending, descending and back again, I now, wish you well,
But I quite rather wish you were here,
At the altar of forgiveness of absolution of fear,
At the altar of unlived years,
Songs yet to be sung in less than perfect harmony,
I didn’t want to, but I loved you and it will be, what it will be.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 