"If my words sought to speak..."

If my words sought to speak
what these last moments had said
such a vignette would, instead, be a memoir,

Yet for all which detail does describe,
detail possesses not a syllable
for watching someone dear die

Nor will death dare return their voice
to speak just once more—
knowing not whether death deals such a choice—

But if my words could reach them as before
my lips would utter no goodbyes,
just shout their name to the skies.