what they never
tell you
is that when you
bury two
people in the
same coffin,
it's not
as romantic
as you think.
the two corpses
seem to be
holding onto
each other
for dear life,
having forgotten
to hold onto
life itself.
it almost seems
suffocating ;
it almost seems
fitting.
and what they
don't tell you
is that
when you lower
the coffin
into the ground
and after you
throw a handful
of dirt on it,
you can still
feel their
presence.
you can still
feel their eyes
staring through
the lid of the coffin ;
i know you
felt this
because you kept
looking
at the coffin,
looking exactly where
their eyes were.
and you threw
dirt over
their eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Tears For You
Poetry❝ i wished i had said that it was okay to cry, but instead i cried tears for you. ❞
