When I knelt alone Beside your fresh grave I could not make it real My very bones were chilled By what beneath was laid Could that indeed be you That form corrupting now Who taught me right from wrong Who was so smart and strong Who held my hand in crowds They say that with time grief is subdued They say the lost live in memory's mesh They say that with time the pall is less acute They say that death is the way of all flesh But I will preserve this awful pain All the passing pale moons will bring no easement change Nor weave silken amnesia on duration's mesmer loom I will never let time heal this open wound Now many months have passed Since that keening day When I stood in shock Normality blocked Without a word to say And I am holding true Just like you did in life Every dawn and dusk I welcome each new cut From that still-sharp knife Some say the wages of sin purchase headstones And east of Eden the path is coffin strewn Others say that life is a short-term cosmic loan And to celebrate the evolution boon But I will have none of that conciliating talk They can do the bible twist or the Darwinian waltz For me there is no understanding, nothing to presume And I will never let time heal this open wound