©2008-2009, Martin Sagadin
"Michael"
I told you that in time
All things would get better;
Now your heart is silent,
While mine is drenched in grief.
I should have said it more,
So sure you had forever –
How could I know you were the sand,
My useless words the sieve?
I promised brighter hours,
And had no more to give.
I knew that time would prove me right,
But not your numbered days;
So now I mourn your life,
The years you’ll never live –
You rest not in my promises,
But in an early grave.
The unfairness of your death
Weighs heavily on me,
Too well, I understood your pain,
My wars the very same you fought;
As blossoms always fade too soon
From every living tree,
So you fade from life,
But never from our thoughts.
Young friend, I really miss you,
I hope you’ve found your peace;
But hoping doesn’t change the loss,
Or lessen tragedy.
Dedicated to the memory of Michael Storey, 1994-2009