Burial Ground

i am so afraid of all the things you touch

for i know of the ashes they will become

lost in a burial ground of the things

i cared for all too much.

that song

and so many others

are embedded with the imprint of your teeth

from that dopey grin you always wore

because the lyrics were just so perfect.

that morning on the beach

when the world felt so still and calm

despite the bitter cold

you captured the rising sun

through the lense of your eyes.

how am i supposed to look at the sun the same

when i know she belongs to you?