I wear a black dress made out of lace
Standing in front of his final resting place
I feel dead inside, too empty to feel
Too detached to realise that any of it is real
I place the flowers on the cold stone slab
Forget me nots, ironic and drab
His family weep, his friends also shed tears
Why don't I cry? Because its like he's still here
The weight of his hand still rests on my hip
The feel of his kiss still pressed on my lips
The scent of his skin still lingers on mine
And I don't want to say goodbye
My skin crawls as we walk away
My stomach heaving as we walk through all the graves
When I'm sat in the church I put shamed in my pocket
And pull out the paper with my speech written on it
Finally, I feel the words sink in
And my chest feels like its caving in
A single tear slides down my cheek
And more come rolling after being held in all week
I walk down the aisle to the front of the hall
I open my mouth to speak but say nothing at all
Just a tiny sob escapes from me
And my throat closes up, I can barely breathe
But I hear a voice inside telling me not to cry
That he loves me, he always will and that everything will be alright
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