As the branches scrape at the stars, and the moon peaks out past the leaves. Bones and flesh turning to dust, as the earth swallows me.
Staring at this casket lid, laden with soft velvet. Slipped into the satin dress I used to scorn, but now it seems irrelevant.
Shoes with heels pinch my feet. The scent of the rough earth I greet, the final stanza of this world I could not cheat.
Promises and sentences I could not complete. An army of lies trailing at my slippered feet. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t cry for me, but stares at my closed eyes sourly.
I broke promises and left scars, but what I said I didn’t mean. Now that I lay here, unable to speak, I wish I could go back and scrub the slate clean.
My darling, my daughter, my tiny queen, is this how you will remember me? I couldn’t give a fuck about a legacy.
Moments irreplaceable lost to time, things I should have said to you. Now I’m gone, slipped away, now god how I wish we could start anew.
I hope you remember me in the foulest way, because that’s what I deserve. Leaving behind my child, a relationship I had a chance to preserve.
Now I lay 6 feet deep, under the blanket of dirt. Destened for eternity to regret the things I’ve said, to the woman, the child, I hurt.