About the Poem
This poem was written just after the death of a very dear friend and fellow writer. It's one of those feelings where you know you did a lot and you cared, but you feel you could have done more in retrospect. Scattered thoughts that go through your mind when you loose someone near and dear to you. It was my way of venting all of those varied emotions onto paper.
|by Todd-Michael St. Pierre|
|Flowers for a grave,
Both dainty and distressing,
As tears escape twin rivers of the soul.
Convenient time I gave,
The sentiment between routine and role.
Words left unspoken,
Sunshine and shadows, petals and tears.
Now the bridge is broken,
The chance was temporary,
To cross back and stroll through tender years.
Eulogies and regret,
As mysterious as Jade,
I failed to say just what I really meant.
A cemetery debt,
For love that went unpaid,
And greeting cards I never even sent.