A dirge like steps upon the briars
is heard and in a moment gone
from grief at rest its tune transpires
the send-off of a mournful soul

and if by chance or will I were to sire
such wounds as unconcerned retort
should my design then be to expire
and turn the coil to monstrous tort?

lost in a moment
cold and remiss
no words of parting
no final heartfelt kiss

a doleful morning
that drags you down
etched in white marble
it pulls and drags and drowns

decay, anguish, death
the inhumane judgements you abhor
displayed at your feet to mark forever
our march towards the inevitable

grieve
grieve for your loss
corral the congregation
gathered in veiled remorse

trapped by rotten guilt
hostage of hope won't move on
past your own dereliction

crane your neck to see
over the edge of the grave
you dug too deep to escape

I feel the same
swept by your sight I remain
dispersed among feelings of shame

for every tear
every time that I hurt you lays bare
the hurt I could never repair

maybe we fall like raindrops
and we wait to collide
and our cautious emotions
are motionless tides

all that remains
all those times we divided and shared
I cherish them more than I care to admit

so many years
can you open the door and let go
it will fade away before you know

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