The Boy I Left Behind

He lays there, Without a care. No other word to be said, Except he’s dead. His face once so beautiful, His lips now sag from lack of love. I wait in line After the service To say my not-so-ready goodbye. I tell my friends I can go alone. I stand there, Skin and bone, My clothes now sag from lack of love. A giant bubble rises from my stomach, A knot of dread more horrid then Hades himself. My dam bursts, start crying, I guess I don’t have the strength of a lion. Poetic image: lover sobbing at the coffin of her Romeo. I try to kiss the poison from his lips, But his mother quickly whips Me away from our lost boy. We cry together: Forever bound, by our lost boy.