graveside on a cold spring morning

the last snow is melting
over your grave
you’ve been there long enough
to grow cold — but not so cold
as my heart without you

tomorrow, it will rain again
i want to take you from the earth
dry you off, bring life back to you
let you bring life back to me

but i know you belong to the  warm embrace
of earth and what comes next for beautiful creatures

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