Treasure Island

Rachel Brewer

(28/01/1991 / Maidstone)

I Stood Over Your Grave This Morning


I stood over your grave this morning, and my eyes refused to cry.
I want to cry, I loved you, so much, and you left me.

I stood over your grave, and I couldn’t find a tear.
I tried and tried, but nothing would give, I couldn’t cry.

I stood over your grave, and looked up to the sky,
Praying for the angels to take care of you.
At least, until I’m back by your side.

I stood over your grave, and put down a bundle of roses.
They were black. Black for the way I felt that morning.
That morning when I was unable to cry.

I stood over your grave this morning, and wondered aloud to myself;
“Where had you gone? Why had you left me? ”
All the things I didn’t understand came flowing out.

I stood over your grave, and prayed for the day I would die,
If only just to be with you one more time.

I stood over your grave and carved my name in the mud next to you,
So that you would feel me with you all the time.

I stood over your grave this morning, and my eyes refused to cry.
I don’t know why.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 03, 2009

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