I’ve got to move on from the grave of grief I built you in my backyard. Today’s the first and last day I’ll sit beside your final resting place. When they asked me where I wanted you to be buried I said I didn’t care, because I knew in my heart you weren’t here. You were weaved and wrapped around my veins, all drains lead to the oceans at least that’s what they all say. When I leave your body here and my body there, I promise I won’t forget you dear. I’ll grow my roots to you, circle back and tuck you in. Wrap you in the sweetest linen, and finally let the love in. I’ve got to move on from the grave of grief I built you in my backyard.