Sacrifice

You are gone
  but I remain
  alone and mourning
   impotent.
I would devour the earth
I would drink the seas dry
I would burn the sky
  and boil all human tears to nothing
I would put out the stars
I would spit on the sun
  and salt my wounded eyes
to touch your hand once more.

But I am a servant
  the lowest
  a child of dust
  with no power to touch the sky.
So I will touch my heart instead
  and since you cannot come back to me,
  I will go to you, my hope
  touch my heart and still it,
   and I will come to you.