What you created

Was a graveyard

Full of lingering memories.

Memories from the past.

Crows and coffins

Resting in their home.

Tombstones tired and worn.

Dead flowers wilting with every passing hour.

Those who visit,

Acting as if someone is still there.

The husk deep below,

Hushed by the heavy earth

Empty graves waiting

With a warm, lively embrace.

Waiting for those who are cold and lifeless. 

No more tears shall be shed

For the koi fish already have a running river

That flows flawlessly.

The whimpers and whines that once filled the air,

Now sadly silent.

The dirty dog beds a reminder of our time. 

The half barren bag of dog food, a reminder of our love.

The tons of toys, a reminder of our fun.

The hidden hair, scarcely scattered, a reminder of your presence.

The shovel once used to clean up your waste,

Now being used to dig my own grave.

Our time was as perfect as rigorous rain in a dying drought filled land;

As sweet as silencing someone stupid.

If I could trade it all for but a moment with you again,

No war being waged from within trenches,

No barred blockade attempting to block the malicious mob,

No gambling game where tears and tension are the only constant,

Not even a greater God could ever stop me,

For limitations are an anchor and I'm ready to set sail.