You're gone.
Off, on your journey.
Into your spirit world.
Yes, it's alright to go to Heaven now.
I knew one day I would lose you,
So I memorized the cut on your right finger.
I see that cut, that scar, now, on your finger.
As you lay - suit creased, pancake make-up and dead flesh.
I once loved you with a heart that knew not how to love.
And you abused it.
You defiled it.
Stomped it.
Then your last words to me were "You were the love of my life."
Then you wilted, just like the flowers you planted.
That amber ring on your other finger that we bought together.
It's there.
On your dead finger.
On my dead heart.
Soon to be buried.
Remembered by me.
Forever.
But, only by me.