There’s been only one sunset
Since she was lowered down
Since the sad music played
As she was swallowed
By the cold cold ground
Her lover lays alone
On their couch, he does weep
Clutching her favorite
Soft cotton blanket
Until he falls asleep
He awakes with a start
Confusion clouds his mind
He looks at the clock
It’s late at night
He calls out to his future bride
His voice echos in the room
Momentarily forgetting
There will be no wedding
She lays now in a tomb
The days creep by
The nights are cold
With noone for the man to hold
His loud mournful cries
Soon lower and fade
His neighbors worry
About his state
The lonely lover searches
Prayers get prayed
From the bottom of the bottle
On the edge of the blade
He remembers one night
She loved to create rhyme
She wrote about her feelings
She wrote all the time
He had to try.
His thoughts he scribbled
His cries became verse
Some nights were better
Some were worse
He wrote all the same
Instead of screaming her name
He wrote it down
He called out to her
In her grave
In the ground
Night and day
The paper and pen
Reached through distance
Pulling her to him
She could take it no more
Her lifeless corpse shuddered
Shook off the death
Her lover’s name
Her breathless mouth uttered
The nights of mourning
The cries
The pleading
He wasn’t the only one
Who had trouble sleeping
She scratched at the coffin
Dug up through the dirt
It was still loose
From the gravedigger’s work
Her hand pierced the night
Her wails did the same
As she made her way home
To end their pain
They found him in bed
Holding his withered lover
Piece of paper in one hand
A pen in the other
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