Even in Death

They tried to play a trick on me, O what an elaborate ruse They told me you were gone and there was nothing we could do I’m not sure why they kept insisting, they must have all gone crazy It seems like just yesterday you lulled me to sleep in our favorite park by the daisies They took me to see you, as proof for their silly little game They led me to your “resting place” and stopped at a tombstone etched with your name A grave so finely decorated with replicas of those antiques you keep on your shelf I knew they were lying, but later that night I decided I’d humor them, and prove it myself With the moon’s approval I took to the night Once and for all I would solve this plight My fingers bled slightly, their bones frozen, as I dug through the pile of manure But all would be well when I proved this imposter’s countenance did not match yours in demure I remember how beautifully timid your eyes were in the moonlight And when mine finally met those of the woman underground, I knew I had been proven right Her eyes lacked your luster; her mouth lacked your appeal I carried the trickery home; in the morn I would end their spiel What a fuss they all made when they saw I had ended their game From the looks in their eyes, I could tell they thought me insane Could you believe it? The irony of their reproach! They accused you to be dead, and yet I was the despicable roach A number of them ran to fetch the authorities and claimed to bring them to me But they just don’t understand; they don’t hear you singing to me! Sirens soon blared, just as was promised, creating a mounting apprehension I could no longer bear to be around such malevolent beings with such cruel intentions With a cistern of kerosene, a well-lit match, and bludgeoning emotions I would put a stop to their reprimand and end the commotion My only regret is that I couldn’t tell you I loved you before I had gone But always know that even in death our love goes on.