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Must admit when my laptop broke and I couldn't email you
I started thinking is there any point to this anyway
A dead silence engulfed between us that couldn't be more true
         It could be worse
The other day I walked pass the local liqueur store,
  how long it cured the pain inside that always hurt,
  yes, so long it cured a heart that was always sore.

You say since a child you wanted to be a pastors wife,
But people and their sin are sick and it makes you feel like shit,
A deep darkness that cuts to the bone like a sharp knife

  I passed the liqueur store and saw a pastors wife

This poem is a lot like a coming certain death
Despite all the anger and cancer and lack of answers
It is hoping for one more final breath

And how it breathes down upon me......

I can feel my hands in the cold
I can feel
In the park when it is dark
The stars above paint the night sky
In the sun dress you wore
In the dress
I see
I see you smiling
Your hand reaches for mine
For mine
I can feel your hands in the cold
I can feel
I can feel your heart and hands next to mine
I can feel
It is time
My hear awaken
It is time
Awaken
I can feel