That New Beauty Abound

I pulled off my black clothing And let my hair back down Took off the heels, took off the dress Now there is not a sound Since death is still forever And silence says its name I never more will mention I buried you, today But it were more for kindness; There was no venom there: We bury what cannot be borne, Revealed, in open air. I'll only recall good things Bad memories have no place There is no need to think of me I'm bound by my own days Please bury me in kindness And cover the memories And never go to my grave again- Not even in reverie. Now that we are strangers We'll probably never meet But if we should, I'd smile at you- Or perhaps- would not greet. I can't say I never knew you, And we cannot be friends- If friendship ripped the world apart- There's things we could not mend. That's why you were buried, Many feet beneath the ground, But I'll plant some lovely flowers, That new beauty may abound.