Among Tears and Broken Dreams

What good is a flower,
If you cannot smell?
What good is the sun,
If you cannot be warmed?

What good is music,
If you cannot hear?
What good is a kiss,
if you cannot feel?

What good is the air,
if you cannot breathe?
What good is life,
if you aren't here with me?

I lay beside you,
motionless,
but not so as you are,
for you will never move again.

I lay there beside you,
feeling nothing,
but not so little as you,
for you will never feel again.

I take your hand,
knowing I will have to let go,
just as I will have to let my memories,
all the good times,
not torture me so.

I must move on,
as I know you'd want me to.
I breathe once more,
beside my silent companion.

What will I do,
without my mother's touch?
Without her gentle kiss?
without her sweet lullaby?

I lend you a hug,
that I'll never get back,
and leave it there with you,
among my tears
and our broken dreams.