Bright Color

The color’s bright
paint ~ on the wall
Summer’s inside
Even through fall

I push the brush
hard to the white
while inside my head
begins the fight

Why did I miss it?
Why was I too late?
Too easy to think it was..
..no more than fate

I wanted to be there
I’d traveled all day
Why did it have to..
..end in this way?

Just to be able
to hold his hand
as he stopped breathing
to pass from this land

is all that I wanted..
..to be there for him
at the end of his lifetime
as the new one ~ begins

I missed him by minutes
was it all meant to be?
it wasn’t ~ it wasn’t
NO ~ not meant for me

I needed to be there
to feel his pain
I needed to say things
I’ll never again

“I love you Dad”
but he didn’t hear
I was too late
yet I was ~ so near

it tortures me inside
I burn with despair
I’ll never get over
not being there

I miss him so much
my heart feels so black
will my heart’s bright colors..
..ever come back?

Heaven Mahle
December 4th 2005