In the God's Acre
Before, you were gone already. And so you came back. Now you're gone again. And I fear you won't return.
The hilarity of couple that outstrips me crushes my heart,
Soaking me in jealousy for I was forlorn and left behind.
Walking alone in this gruesome street, I am somber.
I am swathed with coldness in this searing summer.
Once you promised me that you wouldn't be gone,
You wouldn't leave me; you wouldn't make me feel alone.
But you have just vamoosed, and broken your promise,
Departing from me, leaving me in tears.
Now I am filled with fury because of you, going away.
I am angry with you that I've gone astray.
Irate I am that you are already defunct
Knowing the truth that you will never be back.
Here I am, lonesome in this sepulchral boneyard,
Mulling over our experiences when you were still alive
Lackadaisically talking with you in this funereal place
Hoping that you would wake up from your eternal sleep.
Indeed I've gone crazy and wanted to die
Now that you abandoned me, and concurred with Death,
I desire to follow you and join you in His arms,
Because with you, I was free from harm.
But how can I, how can I die?
When I know that you didn't want me to commit suicide.
Does that mean that I don't have options but wait and cry?
So now in this garden of remembrance, to you, I bid goodbye.
