Tombstone: Here Lies Us
Quiet down now,
the silence wishes to speak.
On the laid down cadavers,
one poppy each—
to soothe us with the joy of eternal sleep.
No pain,
no sorrow—or there might be,
but no more now,
numb as we can be.
I lay you down, one by one,
the versions of you
that I Loved and Hated alike.
Do take me for a fool,
I play this hopeless game,
only to witness our deaths
when love took itself away.
Do me well and help,
but oh, you lay bare and lifeless.
But still, I see you lively—
another you, I see.
Your graves, I dug
and made a clean arrangement for you.
Yet mine, only a hole
where I pile my bodies on.
Versions of you die in my mind,
so I kill versions of me as well.
Makes it fair for us,
letting change enter.
And yet, I die more than you.
So, forgive me if I would
one day leave your bodies to rot,
for I may be gone by then.
Will you search for me then,
when you no longer feel my presence one day?
Will you love me then,
like how I loved you
even when your love was not mine to receive?
Will you dig graves for me too,
offer a poppy or two,
invite the silence to creep in,
as you bury me deep within?
Should time come
and be merciful with us—
should time come
that you hear my mind;
when time do come
that you found me dead,
will you accept the new me,
as I have accepted the new you—
would you walk with me again,
anew?
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