Death of a Daydreamer

The morbid part was that we did it together

Digging side by side until we were six feet deep

We were the two sides to a coin

But only one of us was leaving there alive

You didn't even resist, just laid in the dirt

You're the dancer, not the fighter

But according to all the disapproving looks

And remarks muttered behind curtains of cupped hands

You had overstayed your welcome

I suppose there must have been something unsettling

About a grown woman laughing without restraint

The impropriety of it

I guess I should have done this many years ago

Sacrificed you back at the doorway to childhood

Before it closed, but I didn't

So with the awareness of how much I'll miss you

And with the certainty that someday I'll need you

I started filling up the hole

When the day comes I won't find you, you'll be long gone

Because I killed you to die the slow death alone

So maybe this is a mercy

Now that the deed is done I linger a moment

If roles were reversed you'd give a proper goodbye

You'd kneel in the dark dirt and cry

Then from your tears a field of wild flowers would bloom

But all that I leave you with is an unmarked grave

And a small whisper of "Sweet dreams"