Into The Closet

The Funeral

As I march on the cemetery of despair,
I carry the marbled jar,
Enclosing the cherished words and moments
That strongly connects me from you.

The slow beat of the drums
Match the slowness my heart pounds,
A heart that once pounded so rapidly,
The ligaments stretched to its limits.

And now as I bury you,
Down to the moist brown soil,
I hope that you grab from me
All the joy I had with you.

Never to remember,
Forever forgotten.
Gone is the illusion
Of me and you...