Oh, Lacan
My friend Lacan.
I said to him,
"I love her more
Than anything
But if she does
Not love me then
The next best thing
Would be for her
To love you instead.
Take care of her
My friend Lacan.
She loved me but
She loves you more."
Oh Sophia
The sky-blue eyes
The autumn hair
The soft skin of
Your fingers on
My humble hand.
Why must you be
So far away
From here...
From me?
I said to him,
"You let her die!
My friend Lacan,
Could you not
Have watched her more?
I loved her and
You loved her too
I trusted you
To keep her safe
Was that all
She meant to you?
She means to me
My entire world
Much much more
Oh so much more
Than this cross
I hold in hand
The only thing
That's left of her.
Oh so much more
Than this thing
I only can
Stare at in grief!"
Oh Sophia,
I think of you.
Why'd you have
To go to him?
I smiled on
And watched as you
Loved him withal.
I did not fight
I did not get
Into your way
All because
You were happy
And that is what
Matters to me.
You are now
So far away
I cannot let
My love come through
I must hold
My mind in check
As I dream
Day in day out
Of meeting you
One day once more
I'll love again
I'll hold your hand
Whisper your name
So you can hear
Me say the words:
"I love you...
Sophia...
Oh, my Sophia."
And you will know
I mean them to
The day I die.
You had to go
Why did you go?
I want to hear
Your voice again
Speak to me
My Sophia
You my angel
My Sophia...
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Where is my God?
My God is you.
And with your death
My God dies too.
And so I must
Do what I can
To create god
With my own hands.