It’s a beautiful day for a funeral / To bury all these thoughts of hers six feet below / A flower on the coffin that cased her heart / A hymn for the ending that barely had a start

Playing in the ashes of the past / Mourning over things that didn’t last / Tracing memories with fingertips / Fearfully white knuckled grip

When you let go and give in to the fall / Searching in vein to make sense of it all / and if this is what it’s like to be alone / I’ll forgo the battle of making my way home

It’s comfortable in this dead air / Comfortable with the familiarity here / In this silence I can finally hear my thoughts / Drinking it in like it’s all we’ve got