And I'll be there when they lay you in the ground Six feet under - arms crossed - legs closed Finally laying your back In that straight position That I always expected of you Those tickles and chuckles the soundtrack of the cemetery When the stars sang on your fetal-curled nights When your lashes ran away like pollen on a breeze When the life and the breath of a lover eddied around you When time stopped And our freckles and mind and lips all met In a soul touching kiss I transcended my flesh And so did you
But you're in an ivory white bed You're six feet under You stopped breathing one day You just stopped And I hope your face is marred with wrinkles And I hope your body is caressed with scars And I hope your bad days really left a hickey, a punch, a bruise Because although I won't be there for it all Please embark on a beautiful life when you open the door I'll face the landslide And I'll face it alone And so will you But just try and live a beautiful life Okay?
March, 2015
This is already becoming true - the us that existed this day a year ago wouldn't recognize who we became.