i stand here, at the foot of your grave

reading an epitaph before your time

you dies so soon, my darling wife

i wish i had been the one to go

we had met in a blissful daze

in a summer long past in my life

we were young, our hearts were pure

and readily given away to others

but now youre gone, and i remain

destined to mourn until my time comes

and then we will meet again, my love

and our broken souls will be whole

sometimes i dream of your long lost face

and remanicce on the dawn of our love

why couldnt it continue, why should it stop?

but i have no control over our own nature

my heart will be broken until i die

and my soul divided until me meet

all i ever needed in my life was you

now your gone my existence is purposeless

the empty shell you left behind

cannot be filled by mortal means

it was whole until death did us part

the cocoon i now live in is broken

since you went my life was full of woe

my days passed without incident

i sat alone and thought only of you

my health slowly began to decline

then came your funeral, and so here i stand

at the foot of your grave, reading this poem

i weep as i say this, so forgive the sobs

Helen, i love you, i bid you farewell