I sink my lips
Into her mud filled kiss
She's gone, I know it
Just give me a moment of ignorance
I trace her skin
With blistered fingertips
She's interred, I'm hopeless
I just wanted to tell her this
She was the life of the party
The light that stars envied
The glistening morning
A prelude to dreams
And I am sunk to my knees
Quietly weeping
She would have come late
Had they not carried her
She would have smiled, crooked and perfect
Thumbed the closed coffin
Offering only a shrug and "Who's this?"
She would have warned against mourning
Those we loved when they still lived
But here I am, mourning, while she still wears a breath
Here I am lonely, the only one who sees death
When I kissed her goodnight
One last time, and got dressed
For the lie of my life
And she left, and I cried
One last time, before closing my lips
And laying her memory in a wormwood coffin
Just for the irony of it
She won't be late today, I'll never see her again
Someone else has taken her away
For my weak heart's sake
We'll pretend it was the mortician.
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