I am dying inside
as I lay the final bouquet
of wilted flowers on that
special place in the
mausoleum of your heart
where you let your love
for me die a slow death
drying to a hollow husk
of dusty dreams
now crumbling as I bend
and bow over it's loss
it is dank and cold here
but a tiny whiff of your
sweetness still lingers
in the empty air around me
and I breath it's essence
and blow a kiss at the
mummified remains of our love
it's passing moves a
long stilled soul to regret
and a crystal teardrop
beads and slips quietly
in stereo tumbles over my cheek
and yours and then is absorbed
in the dry earth where
yesterdays lie buried
and tomorrows are a monument
to sorrows not yet visited
I am dying inside all
alone for you have long since
passed on without me
My heart has been left
A mausoleum for two
With one crypt now emptied
When it used to be
Our happy home back when
Our love was true.....