To Bye the Begone
My head low, eyes wept at the earth below.
A single rose placed central,
to mark eternal love.
My mind knew life was short, everything ends.
But the casket bore deep shock.
It's black timber called true.
My hands tightly gripped the earth but senseless.
Your soul crumbled in my palms.
Dust to dust, you return.
Date: 11/12/2019
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2019
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