We All Say Goodbye

Dreams escape the unconcious mind as her silohette leaves this shallow world behind no more will rubies line her veins as it now washes away when it rains. There she lies in her wooden box with the rest of her days for her body to relax encase her in soil to keep her warm and her marrow remains feed the lawn. The birds will descend over her headstone the roses that grow prove she is not alone in her decaying state of sweetened sorrow her wristwatch still ticking but no more time to borrow. The last goodnight and the last goodbye we all go through these when we die our silohettes are the last to leave but they bless our loved ones as they grieve.