The last name I would have ever wished to see etched in stone, but your name is written
In graven image, buried in your earthly-tomb - would you be angry if I thought of joining you?
A cold east wind sweeps the dust at my feet; I bend down to caress your name: this is only as close
As I can touch you now. You never knew how I felt - and never will, maybe I’ll cast the voyage to let you know

This is not what I wanted, but these things are rarely planned - a somber solstice that grips me, a powerful
Rotting hand that swells around me, suffocating my thoughts; and my tears wash away the blood seeping
Through the cracks in your name. To see a funeral so mundane, surrounded by those who could never
Understand the comprehension I endure: return me to a time when I never knew your name! When it would
Have made little difference to read your obituary; you did not deserve what you received

Are you still breathing inside?

A black crow perched on your stone caws at me, peering into my thoughts with depth-less black eyes
It whispers my name. I gasp for lifefood, but my lungs reject air. My crow stares
Staring___________ ..........____________ Whispering____________ ..........___________ I feel his presence like my own
A crooked smile forms on its wretched beak; his thoughts peck at my heart, ripping it to embers
I fall to your grave, a charred man, and the crow whispers in my ear: Peace becomes you

Ashes to ashes, I have fallen. Suffocated by a pocket full of posies. The kingdom’s coming, and I see your face
Cold and lifeless, I cannot believe it still, nothing tells me this is real, but I reach out to touch your face
And it is gone - my tears do nothing to stir you from your eternal sleep. I dismantle inside and whisper
In your ear: don’t you go without me; I never told you how I feel. You couldn’t wait, you left without me, and
This leaves me but one decision. Sleep with the stones, our eyelids forever closed, and peace becomes us