The rough caress of memories is too much,
Too stale,
To obvious
For your name,
Your scent,
Your causal way of existing.
Lines dedicated to you,
Eulogies dedicated to you,
Tombstones and sentimental quotes
Etched on bare, mournful flesh
All dedicated to you-
They aren't real enough,
Honest enough,
Cruel enough,
Beautiful enough
For reality,
For your existence.