I feel like I am a living movie,
the scene of your death was so cliche
and now, here I lay
whispering musings to your grave
I close my eyes, a single tear falls
I wonder if I should let them free
But I don't want to intrupt your rest
I hear the birds singing a love-filled lullaby
and I lay my head down beside you
imagining your face in the gray ground
I remember how they lowered you in,
encased with white pillows,
in a light wooden box
Inside vibrant royal blue you rest
your name encased in stainless steel.
I tell myself, if it was me
no place I would rather be
than right here, 8 feet under
with my lover reaching down
I cry and I smile
I curl into a ball
I steal a stone from the grave yard
the only place I find peace.
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