To Forgiven: May 06 - March 07

   I stand, crying, on the side of the road. My
heart aches, so raw and broken, deep within
my chest. Such a pain, on could never express.
I can't breathe, can't draw in any air to
my thirsty lungs. I can't speak, can't see
anything amidst the tears. Your body.
   If Charlie Chaplin had been a cat, he
would have been Forgiven, my Forgiven, my
baby.
   And here I stand, crying on the side of
the road. I can't breathe, can't speak, I
don't understand. My heart, my soul, can't
take this pain. Your lifeless body resting in
the grass. Poor baby, my baby.
   My Forgiven.