The Pallbearer's Lament

I will carry you
As you can no longer do.
Though we did not walk this road together much,
I will bear you now.  To the steep precipice of the unknown
Where we gaze into the distance, We call out to the void but never,
Not once do we hear a response.
But I will carry you.
I will bear more than just you.
I will bear the knowledge that I could not carry you before.
The memories that calculate tactics for things we cannot touch,
Sitting as they are
 Behind the impenetrable wall of yesterday.
I will bear the hopes, the possibilities, the tears, the anguish.
I will bear the unspoken words, the un-phoned calls, the missed chances
To intervene.  I will bear the guilty tears of those who saw and did not act,
The indifference of those who acted and did not see… or care.
I will bear the memories you could not forget.
The desires you could not satisfy.
I will bear the you that sat within the walls of your mind and cried out, but could not give it voice.
I will carry the grim wrath of providence.
I will carry the indifference of the grave.
I will carry the spark that will try, feebly as it might, to make this burden not in vain.
Perhaps on some distant day we will see it,
Some purpose.
Some reason for the pain, the regret.
But for today, it is only pain. 
But I will carry you.
I will carry you
As you can no longer do.
Though we did not walk this road together much,
I will bear you now.  To the steep precipice of the unknown
Where we gaze into the distance, We call out to the void but never,
Not once do we hear a response.
I will carry you.