If

If I could see your face again 

I'd never look away 

If I could hear your voice again 

I'd listen to every word you say 

If I could have just one more minute 

I'd make it last a while

And if I could just sit and feel your touch

I'm sure it'll make me smile. 

If I could have just one more chance 

To show you that I care

I'd scream it from the mountaintop

And pray that you'll be there 

If I could hold your hand again

I would hold on to it tight

I would never let it go 

And I'd keep you close to me each night 

If my dreams could last a lifetime

I would stay asleep for long 

I'd replay our foundest memories 

And relive our favorite song

Even though it seems I'm speaking 

As if you are not here 

Right now I know you're absent from the flesh

But in my heart I know you're near

Sometimes I wish I told you more 

Just how I really feel

Because now it seems it's taking longer

For my dear heart to heal

Just know that I can't express enough 

How much you mean to me

Not just today, but everyday

I just wish that you could see. 

But, again to my Queen I love you 

In every single way

And from this here Earth unto the heavens 

I wish you a Happy Mothers Day.

Sandra Blair

July 29, 1954-September 23, 2012

Over

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it. 

I bet your wounds are still fresh from my nails digging into your skin, pulling you and begging you to stay. 

Bargaining and pleading and confessing my love for you with words I've never even known existed. 

I bet your shirt is still damp from the river of tears I cried when you first said, "It's over."  

 

Streaming as wide as the ocean. As calm as the sea but as disturbed and as massive as a hurricane destroying a town like you destroyed my heart. 

I bet your legs are still tired from constantly running away from me. 

As I chased after you in hopes that you would love me again like I loved you despite of what you said. I realized that you were gone farrrr before you left. And I still didn't want to let you go. 

But I did. 

Your wounds healed. 

Your shirt dried. 

Your legs are well rested. 

And we can finally say it's over.