Cry You to Life

If only. Trying to accept the finality of Indy's death.

         
Poem          

CRY YOU TO LIFE

I pray to goddess, gods and devils;
they refuse me any deal.
I sing songs and I cry and I stumble;
but still you don't become real.
If you'd just come to life,
when I held your clothes;
I'd sink in your eyes,
play games with your toes.
I'd savor your every scent.
Inhale you with greedy breath.
Make up for every moment spent;
that we will never spend.

Meriki Parkinson