An attempt at Epistle Poetry form
Last I saw you, lying there
while at your body I did stare.
All I wished was that you'd live
for that all my life I'd give.
Gone forever from my sight
now my days slip into night.
No color left for me to see
with you buried 'neath the tree.
Can you see me where you are;
living there above the star?
As I live my life down here,
send a sign so I know you're near.