| Burial You're like thick black smoke From burning wood and paper Overwhelming Making my eyes water And filling my lungs Until I cannot breathe, Completely consumed by you. Yet your fire burns away, Slowly doing its best To kill me. What will you write on My small, gray tombstone, Poking innocuously from the grass? "Here lies my lost love," perhaps? Or maybe, "She lived by the fire; She died by the fire"? Will you even bother with one? Why should you mess with Courtesy now? You didn't care While you asphyxiated me. Just stuff me into a black Plastic bag; that will save Some time and money. Bury Me in the backyard. I'll Be too dead to mind, and besides, I'd rather be alone. Tell me You loved me as you sprinkle In the dirt; my decaying corpse Will believe you, I'm sure. Fill in the hole with the Fresh earth; maybe plant A rosebush over me; they Were my favorite flower, even Though you always forgot and Brought me carnations. I'll make sure that the hole In your heart is never filled. I'll haunt your dreams as You try to sleep at night; Yes, you'll be plagued by the Image of my face, soft as in Slumber but far too pale for life. I'll follow you as you walk Down the crowded streets, So seemingly innocent; if only They knew what you've done to Me. I'll be in heaven, finally free, Yet still there, making sure That you understand: Never again will you touch me, Hold me, feel my affection, But always, You will love me. love poems anonymous |