Shallow Breath

In a little box made of wood you lie,
It was hard to say goodbye,

Your body so cold, filled with riggormortis,
I gave you the final kiss.

As the lid was screwed down,
I couldn’t bear to look at the mound,

The salty tears stung my face,
They were so cold, your grace.

Now you lie in the ground,
Rocks, in a circle, go around,

A lonely stick is the only mark,
Your eyes, once so beautiful, have lost their spark.

It is so hard to go on from day to day,
And in your name, each night, I pray,

Goodbye my sweet baby, you will be missed,
Forever gone, in the mist.