Unspoken Apology

I remember when he died,
Was in the dead of night,
I remember how I cried-
His face so still and white...

I sensed his need to apologize,
To me for dying without first warning,
Yet he could not lift his eyes,
To face the grievous morning...

I yearend to make him understand,
That death was not his fault,
And grasped his cold white hand,
For hours and deep in thought...

When they planted him in his grave,
A girlfriend's heart was beyond broken,
And the apology he gave,
Within his heart was never spoken...

Walking away, leaving him behind,
Beneath fresh rose covered earth,
I staggered but was not drunk with wine,
And slapped my hands, but not with mirth...