Burn Me

I wish I’d poured you in the sea, Thrown you from a cliff, Left you in a vase beside my bed, Anywhere but buried all alone, In that sorrowful place, Full of sad stories and death, Who could visit such a place and smile, Remember happy times, You full of life, Who could sit there without chocking on the grief, The coldness of the stone, The guilt of withered flowers? The horror of kneeling on your bones, Burn me to a cinder, And throw me anywhere but here.