I never thought I'd be happy to give a eulogy for you;
But I know why I'm happy and you do too.
As I breeze past the faces of the bereaved;
I can't help but feel a sense of relief.
Like a dagger hidden beneath your cloak;
Love was a danger to a heart once broke.
Your urn holds your world within;
One where she wholly, truly loved him.
Now, placed delicately in your coffin;
Your togetherness, to my blow, it softens.
Two headstones, side by side,
Like hands being held, from now until the end of time.
I know you will live on in the stories I'll tell my children;
For you, forever and always, I shall bare witness.
I will hold you close until the day I die;
Close to my heart, my body, my mind.
Like a dagger hidden beneath your cloak;
Love was a danger to a heart once broke.
Your urn holds your world within;
One where she wholly, truly loved him.
Now, placed delicately in your coffin;
Your togetherness, to my blow, it softens.
Two headstones, side by side,
Like hands being held, from now until the end of time.
Within rage comes calm after a while;
As the tranquil waves sweep off the shore.
Your love was classic, it had style;
A timeless cliche, who could ask for more?
I walk to your plots overlooking New York City;
The home, the background of this love story.
I smile knowing you have each other again;
How lucky are you two to never reach an end?
Two headstones, side by side,
Like hands being held, from now until the end of time.
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Psychology
Poetry"The rest is silence decorated in confetti". 💀🦋 'Psychology', my fourteenth poetry collection, explores and examines the lives of two fictitious and purposefully stereotypical characters: Jack, the popular sports-star who is his hometown's hero an...
