Grey afternoons
Sunless and sullenly
To all that is lost
It was everything

Rose oil scented bedclothes
Ghostly fading flowers
To all that remains
Is worth nothing

Pacing the rugs threadbare
Longing to have her here
Table measured for two
and found wanting

To spite the final rites
Testing my resolve
To all that’s in my way
Is all that I know

Resist the darkest hours
I know I tried

It’s just too much to bear
oh…
Sometimes

Manic empty circles
Where my eyes used to be

Hold on
I’m on my way
To free you from your grave

Do you sleep in safety?
Or lie awake at night?
It’s not our last tomorrow
It’s not our last goodbye

I hear your still heart beating
From deep beneath the soil
You are just as lovely
As when they laid you low

A field of withered lilies
Stretch before me tonight
We’ll lie in grievous pastures
Her cold dead hands in mine

We stay up all hours
Talking endlessly
Our conversations are a bit one sided
Honestly

Still she listens to every word
Head tilted to one side
She doesn’t miss her friends
and, well, neither do I