the light fades
my responsibilities dissipating
blowing away in the high wind
darkness consumes me
until all I know is the waft
of your cedar cologne
Inside the coffin
your lingering stare
no longer burns my skin
soil falls on me from the heavens
the boom louder than your cries
of *****
your angry that the funeral dress you chose
is too revealing,
in death I should not care for your opinions,
my ghost should haunt you,
instead your voice will not leave me alone