oh when
oh when

will the stomach stop churning

when
will
vivid images of you burning
stop burning

it's almost funny
how these things work out

i would laugh
if i could

but i can't
so i won't

at the same time though
in rule of opposites i see you

beautiful in a sundress
for once happy to see me

although you're long dead
there's no crying or mourning

and even though you're long gone
i think i'll wake easy next morning

even though you should cease
to be happy and at peace

there is still some sick comfort
in knowing you're pleased

in hindsight i know
it could never be me

that could endure
the cruelty that harbors your near-empty center

sometime soon
perhaps

the moon's
light will clasp on your casket

and i'll be there
remembering

a second necessary death
far gone