Your bones were weak so I wrapped you in pain
And let you lay quietly.
Then I listened for a memory to surface,
To take its last gasping breath before the tide pulled it back under.
I wasn’t your face but the pain
That forced me to stay.
How the flowers wilted away
As they were left on your grave.
Every cut deepened,
I’ve been bleeding
But trying to.
That fire in your eyes has gone.
Always the bluest. forever you and i.
We will be dancing on our graves
And singing joyfully at our wake.
You had my heart in your grasp.
I was so close I could almost rip it from your hands.
You slowly sank back into my mind, softly singing our last goodbyes.