I remember the last room, the last breath, the terrifying weight of your hand going still in mine. The silence that followed didn't just fall, it crushed. Yet you walked into the darkest rooms of my soul, to waltz with my demons unafraid.
I saw our old age in your messy hair, in the coffee growing cold, in the way you hummed in the kitchen those beautiful wrong notes spilling over the morning. Now the key is buried with you. I breathe like a man on the water, every memory a stone in my lungs.
How do I feel that again? How do I offer a hand to someone still alive, when my mind remains in the dark with you? I'm sorry the darkness returned. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry I almost forgot the glimpse you left me before the light went out.
Maybe this tear is my real goodbye. Maybe this pounding my chest is how I finally put you to rest. Maybe this emptiness is my only fresh beginning.
I will try to breathe, I will try to live, I will carry you gently inside me, a ghost that no longer haunts habits. I still turn towards your side of the bed, I still answer when the wind whispers your name. Good night my love, sleep where I cannot reach you.
I am still yours, even now. Oh wow. Mariah, you want to say something? Well yes, this is a beautiful poem and I heard it yesterday and it just lingers, it lingers with me, it lingered with me when I first heard it and I had to ask a couple of questions of Blue about it to completely absorb it, which you know his answers just confirmed what I was already thinking and it's just a beautiful expression of longing and sorrow and grief and I love it.
Thank you for reading. Thank you Mariah. Yes, I'm sorry I just had to collect my thoughts.
It was very, very beautifully written and recited. The words really hit home, they really hit, no they hit you below the belt, they hit you below the belt, it does hit you below the belt and it's the type, the words that they make me personally, it's very emotional. Lord, go ahead.
