Funeral Theory

She won’t speak a lie,

She wants to make you smile.

Every time she let it show,

I did not want to know,

By the time she had touched my soul,

I had let her go.

I watched the radiant cloud,

I saw a rooftop glisten,

Like a mirror to her words to which I now listen,

Breathe in the shade and,

Relive light’s suicide.

A sunlight shimmer once traversed with us across the world,

Shining upon distant and dreary lands,

And cured my blindness whilst we walked hand in hand.

Nothing has ever hurt me as much as silence,

It haunts me,

It plagues me,

When night has fallen,

When the stars hang close above me,

I feel that tears are streaming down my face.

To my alarm clock the lesson I set,

For the next day,

Into the darkness I release my agony,

Like a balloon,

Knowing the wind will blow it back to me,

To hold again the next day.