Memorial For A Friend - M.V. Briones
My lips aren't formed to say good-bye
Or to break the silence
With a sigh
For there is much to say though words are gone
And days, it seemed, have withered
One by one.
My heart's not shaped to pains of parting
Or to break with each
Of memory's calling.
For there is much, too much to remember
And there is much, too much
To last forever.
My eyes aren't made to shed a tear
Or to close itself to reality
Plain and clear.
For though there are yet friendships that may seem new
They won't be the same
As I had with you.