White walls, dark room

You’re free, I’m bruised

You took my heart

To wherever you’ve gone

Too fast, too late

Regrets, Sunday

I wish i’d tried to say goodbye

sun-kissed, soft skin

the smell of earth after rain

but you won’t come back

outside, we wait

pallbearers, not ready

refused to look

you can’t be gone

lowered into the ground

no one makes a sound

the preacher said

“rejoice!”

i glare, how can i?

i watched, so numb

descending down

to your new home

eternal rest

and when it’s done

and the ground closes up

and new growth will start

and the earth wraps around you

holding you in its arms

you know i’ll wish

that it was me