So long my friend, I said
As we kissed our last goodbye.
Your lips were cold, your soul was gone
You didn’t see me cry
I touched your skin, I stroked your hair, I cut a lock to keep,
I kept your ashes in an urn, by my bedside where I sleep.
I ached inside, I raged outside, for what would never be,
Would what was left just send me mad? Or set my body free?
Would this pain inside of me ever go away
or get any easier to bear?
I asked myself this question every day.
As I tried to feel, to touch, to care.
But what’s to find, there’s nothing there.
Nothing left to give,
Just a hole, a place in time, in which my hurt will live.
They say time heals all wounds and this is true in part.
It heals the mind and calms the soul but not so soon the heart.
So my love goes with you my friend,
but believe me, to me this is not the end.
Until I feel your soul and look into your eyes – until we meet again.