Standing there
in a purple dress,
She stares at the grass
Feeding over you, your grave
like the world is trying to erase you
Are you buried happy?
She asked.
Then whispered
“I’m still sinking,”
“but you don’t reach for me anymore.”
I wait in the hours you left behind,
calling your name into a silence
That never answers.
We never wore
our purple dress together
But I’m still keeping it
Holding it for both of us
Come out and hold me
or tell me why I can’t follow.
There’s nothing left here
that knows my name
the way you did.
No one left
but you.
This one I wrote on 21st march after waiting for hours at her grave in the hope of hearing her voice once again
in a purple dress,
She stares at the grass
Feeding over you, your grave
like the world is trying to erase you
Are you buried happy?
She asked.
Then whispered
“I’m still sinking,”
“but you don’t reach for me anymore.”
I wait in the hours you left behind,
calling your name into a silence
That never answers.
We never wore
our purple dress together
But I’m still keeping it
Holding it for both of us
Come out and hold me
or tell me why I can’t follow.
There’s nothing left here
that knows my name
the way you did.
No one left
but you.
This one I wrote on 21st march after waiting for hours at her grave in the hope of hearing her voice once again
