A Grave In the Wood
I wrote an obituary for our love story.
Buried the hatchet
And refrained myself from asking
How your birthday went.
Locked the memories for safe keeping
And refrained myself from peeking
But I still can’t seem to throw away the key.
I grow grayer and colder,
And the past becomes older,
Yet I’m still trudging through the mud
That you left me stranded in.
For every milestone is a boulder,
A weight I have to shoulder,
And the loss of you is just too heavy
To handle on my own.
But who would choose to bear it?
Ease my pain and share it?
For no one else will ever know
The gravity,
The weight,
Of the love that’s been shaken.
Hung up to dry
On a string in the shadowed trees,
Where I run off to cry.
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