A GRAVEYARD

(A mausoleum with hanging moss. In the centre a

pyramid of skulls in front of a cross.)

CHRISTINE

You were once

my one companion . . .

you were all

that mattered . . .

You were once

a friend and father -

then my world

was shattered . . .

Wishing you were

somehow here again . . .

wishing you were

somehow near . . .

Sometimes it seemed

if I just dreamed,

somehow you would

be here . . .

Wishing I could

hear your voice again . . .

knowing that I

never would . . .

Dreaming of you

won't help me to do

all that you dreamed

I could . . .

Passing bells

and sculpted angels,

cold and monumental,

seem, for you,

the wrong companions -

you were warm and gentle . . .

Too many years

fighting back tears . . .

Why can't the past

just die . . .?

Wishing you were

somehow here again . . .

knowing we must

say goodbye . . .

Try to forgive . . .

teach me to live . . .

give me the strength

to try . . .

No more memories,

no more silent tears . . .

No more gazing across

the wasted years . . .

Help me say

goodbye