The clouds weren't out. The sun was hot
I redid my fraying laces
That were coming undone
I continued staring at my feet
Timetotime glancing at the shawl
That was placed over your body
Your father spoke with a monotone
And your mother couldn't make it out
But the Card said that she would miss you
They moved the sheet, I nearly cried
When I saw that they put you in
The Dress I knew you tried to burn
No one was supposed to come home that night
Yet he pulled in as you failed to light
A Match out in the pouring rain
Your father roared in that booming voice
And your mother said she had no choice
But to catch the quickest flight
We gathered round the empty hole
I saw, engraved into your headstone
A Name that wasn't yours
And something tightened round my neck
As I met with your father's eyes
That were completely Dry
We placed you down and we bid farewell
My keys in hand. My shoes untied.
We should have run away
Just like we talked about that night
In my bedroom, under cheap blacklight
Man, our palms were shining Purple
Your head nestled under my chin
And my breath reeked of my father's gin
When I whispered your real Name