The
Blood dries.
      And flakes away.
            Your
Flesh; once pink.
      -Now turns grey.

I'm laying here in the red.
      Playing back
those words you said.
          
Your hair turned White.
       -Lips so blue.
Now tell me what's a boy to do?

               I guess
    I'll bury you beneath
the garden
     Where the soils'
         Sure not to harden.

     I can dig you up
  after spring.
-And thank you for
the food you bring.

You've done more in death,
       than you did in life.
So I think  I'll keep you
          -undead wife.