put me in the ground
no magnificent marble
no bronze marker
only wilted roses
left for one mourner
she who witnessed
my darkness
in the morning light
and after I die
tell no stories
sing no songs
look towards heaven
no prayer on your lips
or memories in your hearts
for I never was
only to her
© chuck a stetson 2012
That’s a pretty intimate and private death.
I think I would need something more grand.
variety is key