Fleeting memory, when will you resign
From pins and needles in my mind,
Puncturing my bleeding heart
And causing raw tears to start?
It's only been a few days
Since the skies were not faded to grey;
Every hour is more bleak
When rain coats the funeral streets.
To cards in a casket and roses of white,
Know you'll never leave my sight.
Where lethargy lingers and resides,
There's only room for sepia light.
No one understands my pain;
They carry on just the same.
And if you can hear me,
I'll tell you everything I wanted you to see.
Choking on my burdened ways
In empty pews of faded beige;
There's nothing we can do now
Except pray the rosary in the crowd.
I dare not make a sound;
Silence seems more profound
When I finally allow myself to cry
Under the sympathetic gaze of the public eye.
The world will not stop its course
With grievances and reverent remorse;
How inconsiderate they all may seem
When we're soaked in black and they're clad in green.
Monochrome and melancholy
The organ plays its final chord
And on my final, solemn "Amen",
I shed my pride once again.
