i can hear you up there
listening to the chaste words of my farewell
Or are you weeping into your new black sleeve?

Have you thrown the roses yet
the ones you chose with an absent mind
Do you wipe the tears from your bloodshot eyes?
 
Do you weep for me
or for your own loss and sorrow?
Do you wish we had more time for us?

I can feel the wretchedness of your heart,
weighing heavy upon my name.
It's not my burden to bear.

I will remain here, forever cold, waiting.
Choking on these fetid breaths.
One day, you'll know.