Grey Flowers.

This is just a little,
A little
Grey flower
Dried overcast summers
With rain melting it
To a waxed down stone.
Nothing could make it live
Live ever again.

When did you know I was dead?
When did you leave me here to be left unsaid?
Where are my obituaries?
I want to hear what you have to say about me,
I want to hear how you got to leave without me!
And how,
How could you never really see
What I always see
In this dreary race.
I want to know,
Know where you left the books unfinished
Where you moved your heart to the morgue.
Love it alone
Alone,
Alone.
Love it alone,
Alone,
Alone.

Leave it here with me.
With grey flowers
Rain and stones.
Hearts are well kept
When they are alone.
You carved it out so.
You washed it dry
Where a tear could not meet a cry.

You felt without friends,
Like stars and moons hide behind clouds
And rain melts you down,
Down, down.
Like a waxed stone.