A death tonight…
     and I,
     in silent mourning now,
implore the past to comfort me.

A waste of time…
     but I,
     the exiled martyr still,
prefer the old reality.

A bond remains…
     And I,
     in sacrificial ways,
accept the loss reluctantly.

A last goodbye…
     but I,
     in tribute well-deserved
will keep alive the memory.