If I could go to yesterday to right a wrong I've done,
...I would.
If I could light the flame once more that sparkled in your eyes,
...I'd fly.
If I could give my life to feel you squeeze my hand,
...I'd choose.

For now I see you lie on sheet of white,
...so still.
No flutter of a lash or blue of eye, or curl of lip;
just silent life culled from the blip.

If I could place once more the blush upon your cheek,
...I'd try.
If I could bring the dawn into your sleeping heart,
...I'd strive.
But as it is...I can but sit,
...and die.