Apologies flow from my lips
To die before your cold stone head,
Flowers you once loved
Turn to dust,
Joining your mortal skeleton
Far beneath the earth
My footsteps leave no print
A metaphor for life we lived
You who meant so much to me
I, a child, dragging you down
Our life turning into some dreamed fantasy
Dying without a sound
You told me nothing of your life
Too many bridges burned
For retelling to hold any worth
Or so you thought
I was left with nothing
When you died, gave up your place
Only a burning feeling
Deep where my heart used to lie
That something was not right,
When I was old enough to know
I found the truth
Written clear as day
The pictures you took
Of smiling faces
A fantasy, your final lie