Every Day I Visit Your Tombstone Poem by Alfred Ramos

Every day I visit your tombstone
Even though you are not dead
I said, I said
I’ll pay any money
To get you out of my head
I have time on my hands
And I spend it on my fear
Faded love can be defeated by distance
Even though I see your reflection in my mirror
I don’t want every breath to be a prayer
I don’t want every moment to be one of despair
I don’t want every dream to be a nightmare
I don’t want every pain to be more than I can bear
I visit you grave every night
To process some cerebral blight
I know, I know
That it don’t make much sense to anyone
That I’m living on another plateau
But what is there to explain
Isn’t it obvious who ended up with the pain
Sooner or later I will have to move on
But the final conclusion hasn’t been drawn
I will go to the bottom of the darkest ocean
If I can bury what you called devotion
Then it would finally be over, really be over
And I’ll be dancing happily in clover