And His Grave

And his grave
I imagined it, and replicated it
In my dreams
Because I was too ashamed
To ever go there, as I was

Just as ashamed to have left him,
Lost of love (lots of love?)

Picked up in a pewter pond
Bestowed my gift of silver
and she wept tears of song

And sorrow.

I saw your name on the granite
Your picture, carved in it, too
I tried to speak, tell you things
But found myself lost in all of you
So I buried my hands in the soil
That suffocated your breathing long ago
Your car, bellowing the royal flames
How the fuck did I not know?