What are you doing? I’ve been up all night listening to the earth moving,
I’ve toiled through the day without your light to illumine
And I wonder, what are you doing?
You’ve not known even half this night,
It only feels so because it's burned on so long
And the days only feel darker because of my tempest turning strong
And you’re right-
Preparing day and night,
embalming my body with every chemical I can find
Carving and crafting a crypt for my mind.
Ending this torture, heavy,
A man in his mortuary
ready to waste this winding sheet
And feel the earth beneath my feet.
Love, what do you mean?
You’re right in front of me, I could reach out and touch you
Or couldn’t I touch you, only a ghost of my dreams?
No, dearest.
Between this cold and you, it was the cold that was nearest.
Your love could not yet try to interfere it,
I could hear it.
A whisper calling me forth,
It's time I bury whats broken, redeem my worth,
And build myself new.
But to do so, is to do so without you.
So a ghost not yet, but a ghost to become.
Widowing beside your tomb
Wanting to exhume you
But the better part of me will let you rest
As long as the flowers held against your chest are perennials.
