April Showers

Where were we when you died all alone?
All alone on the cold basement floor.
Cold and blue like an old dish rag.
Those unknown final moments haunt me now and forever.
Did you regret your stubbornness or accept your infinite finality?
Did you have time?
To think of such things or cry for help?
Was there a warm welcoming light or the monstrous eternal black nothingness?
Now you wait without want in a cold sterilized darkness without having heard your goodbyes.
So, we attempt a fairwell with antiquated rituals.
For this will never suffice all our woulda coulda shoulda's.
Though unspoken all we are left with are images left running wild
Of the cold and lonely basement floor.