I sat there staring out at the faces
coupling purple and black
ribbons tied round your wrist
ready for the prom
measuring your length in
fingers spread out and tears
poured down, down, down.
And I did not cry.
Grief had no voice for me there.
It's whispers waited in the beating
and breathing.
I did not cry.
Just gave you up
pushed in the water
baptized in sorrow
to sleep in the satin
slumber of dirt.
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