Yet...

I know, I know, you need your space.

But I insist a tribute.

I know, I know, you should depart

But stay… one more day.

I wish I could extend

a hand to you. But I stand. In the rain.

 

This dreary and cold rain

I look into the vast space.

I wish, I wish, you would extend.

With this poem, I tribute.

I hope this stays 'til my last day

Until I depart.

 

From the cold, you do depart

Leaving this eternal rain,

This eternal memory, this eternal day,

this eternal feeling. Not even broken by space.

Or time. Or tribute.

Oh, I know you will forget, but I will extend…

 

This sense of dread extends.

You really did depart.

With this poem, I tribute.

The words, only I know… to you, washed by rain,

to me, more beautiful than all the stars in space.

Maybe… maybe one day…

 

I will write forever of this day,

the day I did extend,

the day when the empty space

departed,

the day when the rain

paid tribute.

 

I hope this does you justice, I hope this pays tribute,

I hope you remember this day.

The day with the rain…

The day I extended

my heart. The day you had to depart.

The day you gave me space.

 

I tribute this awful poem, twisted by the rain.

Oh, how space can ruin a day!

All I can offer, since your depart… this awful extend…