I placed a pebble upon your grave
A small unblemished stone
And stayed a while, my day to waive
So you were not alone

The yawning sun stretched heavenward
Blinking a weary eye
And rolling under a blanket cloud
That cloaked our world in a silver shroud
It crossed a mourning sky

And kneeling at your earth-made bed
White marble pillow for your head
I talked a while of that and this
And all things in-between,
To ease my burdened heart, remiss
For days you've never seen

In angst and anger at your loss
Oh how I'd gladly gladly toss
Your villain in a stream
And watch them flail and watch them choke
And take a stick and **** and poke
To hear that villain scream --
But only in a dream

Too young to fade, too late to save
Too small your marble stone
I placed a pebble upon your grave
And walked away, alone

i talk to my shadow, for he is my friend.
i walk with my shadow; he's there till the end.
i spoke to him the things i reveal to no one else,
the silly little secrets that no one ever tells.

truly, what could i say?
he was the one that never went away.
he was with me on the treetops, under the light of the moon,
through the clashing and smashing, that sad afternoon.
he's the friend i cried to when i had no other -
no sister, no brother, no father, no mother.

"but i loved them wholeheartedly,"
that's what i'd say,
yet my friends did not love me in the very same way.
thank you, dear shadow, for being with me.
you, unlike the others, are not such an absentee.