First Love

You died.
They burned you,
Against my begging,
Against my pleas.
 
I cannot go visit you,
Or weep at your grave alone.
This earth has no cemetery,
With your name cut in stone.
 
Maybe it is selfish,
But still needed you here.
And I'm still so mad at you,
For doing this alone the last 4 years.
 
Even so, I loved you  
more than you know.
At least I got to tell you that
One last time before you had to go.