Singing for My Dead
December 27, 2006 by ivy-baby
Time is falling for me. I will be satisfied.
Shamelessly.
I will die silently as silky threads flowing
in my gown. But you, you will wail
as hard as your heart.
The mornings will never be this dramatic,
but as dark as tomorrow night
because you will wail.
The song will never be sung again. And you,
you will always remember how I silde
my arms into yours for warmth.
Just for the sake of warming my heart.
It will be difficult, I tell you. Difficult for you
to see me lying there and listening to my ardent laugh
because there is no one like me.
And as the leaves float my sands away,
you will grieve some more.
Because you did not hold my hand
when I held yours. So I just pocketed it.
Hence, I will let go.
While loving the music of your weep.
Shamelessly.
July 2004
” It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
