Bones are all I have left
Of this decrepit old soul,
And though
I am at rest
My bones will forever call
To hers locked away in her separate box.
And as my heart withers
It beats still
And faster now that with hers
I am given life anew
I can feel the thrill
Of no life ahead of me.
For it wouldn’t be worth it
You see,
As volatile as life is
End mine while I watch hers frolic,
And if hers were to end before mine

Then I would only feel the colic
And visit her grave with a flower
And kiss the headstone of ‘Girl the Stoic’
For her bones would remain for me
Watering the earth, she feeds
And in that life after, galiantly
We would prance forever about
Just skeletons walking around
The spirits in the ground.
And seeds,
Seeds we would be
Of white and grey
Planted beside her grave
That my branches
May hang over and give forever shade
To her.
For not even decay
Would stop me

There as she and I lay
We would be walking
In the moors and in the meadow
Just a set of bones talking
Just bones are all, white and yellow.