I buried her this crisp morning,
Deep in the earth to be sure,
I wiped away the blackest dirt,
And planted daisies for next year.
I knelt beside the grave,
And cried some bitter tears,
the dirt still clung to fingers,
Like the needles of my fears.
I dug it deep to keep her buried,
So worried she would return,
A lifeless reminder,
With a grip that ties and burns.
I stood above the marker,
I turned to walk away,
“Come back to me my darling,”
I heard the ground strain to say.
I ran through the forest,
Away from that patch of dirt,
Though I buried just a memory,
It still left me scarred and hurt.
I banish you from caring,
I banish you from lies,
And under the pretty daisies,
I hope you’re eaten by the flies.