I Wish I Were with You on A1171

 I Wish I Were with You on A1171

(A Lament for the Lost, and the Left Behind)

I wish I were with you in A1171,

On that final flight, beneath a setting sun.

The day my dear 241

Fell from the sky — and I came undone.

If fate had etched my name that day,

Perhaps a life might find its way

Back to the earth with breath and light,

If I had flown into that night.

But here I stand — a soul unhealed,

With wounds too deep to be concealed.

Each day I cry, each night I ache,

My dreams lie still — they will not wake.

My hopes are hushed, my spirit worn,

A desert heart, unloved, forlorn.

No hand to hold, no eyes that see

The aching truths that live in me.

No voice to lift me when I fall,

No warmth that answers when I call.

No mirror shows a smile that’s true —

I’ve forgotten how to simply be... or do.

Death is no friend — I know it well,

But sometimes it feels like a safer shell.

Not for joy — for peace, for rest,

To lay this sorrow from my chest.

Yet here I am, and still I write,

My grief a candle in the night.

The world may never truly see

The silent storms that rage in me.

But if these words can bear my pain,

Like petals soft beneath the rain,

Then let them float on winds above —

In memory, in loss, in love.

I wish I were with you in A1171,

But I remain… beneath the sun.

--Sai Varenya

13/06/2025

2.29 PM