Sweet Tiffany, near twenty-seven
Pray your restful peace in Heaven
Twelve years since your leap of faith
Twelve years, nothing much has changed
It's still the place you left behind
A planet raped by tears and time
Guess what? We're still growing old
All must pass someday, I'm told
But no more of my mundane ruse
For this day's words are words for you
There were phrases never said
Despite their dwelling in my head
One was, "You are beautiful,
You're laughter, girl, is musical."
One went, "I adore the way
You wear your shades of black and grey."
Yet one thought said, "Tiffany,
My friend, you will forever be.
Remember this please, always, dear
Regardless of the darkness here."
But thoughts, by definition, say:
A thing not uttered, locked away
A thought is not a word you speak,
Forever changing everything.
I was away when you said "Peace,"
In chains, in locks, in tyranny
But those three things I'd gladly take
In place of what I read that day
Let none yield a place for doubt:
In your place, there rests a cloud
A cloud unceasing in its mist
Of crystals, frigid, without end
Tiffany, a child once
A friend, a woman, loved by much
In mourning I remain, my dear
After twelve, long, stolen years
Sweet Tiffany, near twenty-seven
Remaining beautiful in Heaven.
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