The service was perfectly lovely, they said
The flowers like once-frozen tears of white
Words from a poem were read over the dead;
The conclusion greeted with many a sigh.
I know you’re pure class; but it was an event
Well timed for the season; to catch the last rays:
Such straight lines of chairs, were placed under the tent
At the first taste of Autumn’s downplayed cooler days.
I spoke for some minutes; and mentioned my sorrow
At saying goodbye, to such long-living dreams.
The simple black dress; so perfect, was borrowed;
My black see-through stockings, no visible seams.
When I walked from the graveyard, back to the car
I left there a very large chunk of my soul
So we buried our love; once hitched to the stars
And you know I’ll find never, another such role.
(written to My Melancholy Baby- Michael Parks)
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