Dead Promises

A flower falls into the Grave we have dug
Looking down my eyes heavy
Tears run freely
Silently
They too fall

As it lands on the coffin below
Its petals crashing into the darkened wood
Reaching out in one last gasp
Before falling fully
Lying still
A breeze lifts it one last time as
The first shovel full of dirt drops
The first of many

I watch sullen
The grave now full
I kneel and place a flower
Remembering all the dreams
All the beauty
That she once had embodied
Not thinking I stand
I turn and walk away
Leaving behind a promise
Broken and dead

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