I could call you my grave
As many nights I spent
Buried in you
Though no monument I've seen
Could claim to be
As beautiful
Yet surely as life springs forth
Six feet above a corpse
'Twas the bitter end I found you in
The circumstances surrounding it
That led me to rejoice
In respectful quiet
For though you once held
My heart upon your highest shelf
I lacquered these walls well
And nailed them shut myself
And so this grave I visit
A touch less often
Than when my heart slept within
And the wooden walls were
Stained dark with earth and
Sadness
And would gaze silently upon their heartbroke friend
Kiss you with their splint'red lips
And explain it away to their ferried friends
With a simple saying carved into the lid
"As long forgotten as love surely is
On occasion, we all come
To mourn for it."
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