Rest In Pieces

The granite grave,
It holds the ashes,
Of a broken heart,
By whom it passes.

My name is etched in age old stones,
Which symbolize my soul,
Black, it has been marred in whole,
Buried, forever to be alone.

There I stood,
Too long ago,
And if I could,
Would mourn it so,
The love, it passed,
Brittle and feeble,
Shattered glass,
Cannot be cleaned...

Oh, has too much time gone to reconcile?
Now leave me,
Deluded by your selfish wiles,
Beseech thee.

But if you were to someday ask,
Forgive me please,
Willingly, I would take you back,
Despised of me,
I pray...

My faith, it wore out long ago,
Loved you in every way...
And everyday, you pass me,
Still so very far away.

No more hope,
Let us end this tragedy,
Early it ceases,
Lifeless death,
So here I'll rest,
In pieces.