She was buried next to her mother

In a coffin made of satin

We gather in just another

Graveyard located in Manhattan

Her father showed me

Where she grew up

The sea around her home

And the places where she supped

By the end of the tour

He broke into tears.

Not being able to endure

Receiving all these prayers

He was alone

As was I

A man and a boy thrown

Into a dark goodbye

As tears fell from his face

I spoke about candles

And the steps I began to retrace

When I think back to our scandals.

He sat down and listened

As I told him stories of her life

How she lived in bliss and

Sought to become my wife

How the moon reflected off her

And how she danced through the street

While I spoke of what we were

His crying became complete

A smile grew on his face

And a laugh erupted from his mouth

As I told him about the grace

She had within a crowd

Together, we visited her grave

And took a moment of silence

To no longer being a slave

To her deathly compliance

He walks away to allow me peace

Now it’s just me and her.

The silence begins to increase

While my brain begins to stir.

Before the moment turns sour

And becomes less than fond

I place down a single flower

With the color of strawberry blonde.