Portals To Another World

grave talk

    He found me at the edge of the grave
    Dirt under my chipped nails and teary eyes
    He sat beside me and looked at the pale face I was covering
    Her eyes were blank and staring, cold and lifeless
    Staring up past us into the night sky
    We sat for a while as I sobbed into his chest
    Then he gently moved my arms and took up the shovel
    Poured the dirt into the grave until it was flat
    He picked me up and whispered in my ear
    That headstone writing does not define you, cease your thinking
    He knew I had to bury her without asking
    We walked away from the grave holding hands within the storm
    Now we only return when I need to cry
    Still facing away into his chest
    He is my place of comfort, my source of motivation and warmth
    But he is also my place of stinging tears
    And muttered good byes
    It drives you crazy getting old
    All the people dying around you
    Fluttering into graves like a moth to a flame