I pulled off my black clothing <br />And let my hair back down <br />Took off the heels, took off the dress <br />Now there is not a sound <br /> <br />Since death is still forever <br />And silence says its name <br />I never more will mention <br />I buried you, today <br /> <br />But it were more for kindness; <br />There was no venom there: <br />We bury what cannot be borne, <br />Revealed, in open air. <br /> <br />I'll only recall good things <br />Bad memories have no place <br />There is no need to think of me <br />I'm bound by my own days <br /> <br />Please bury me in kindness <br />And cover the memories <br />And never go to my grave again- <br />Not even in reverie. <br /> <br />Now that we are strangers <br />We'll probably never meet <br />But if we should, I'd smile at you- <br />Or perhaps- would not greet. <br /> <br />I can't say I never knew you, <br />And we cannot be friends- <br />If friendship ripped the world apart- <br />There's things we could not mend. <br /> <br />That's why you were buried, <br />Many feet beneath the ground, <br />But I'll plant some lovely flowers, <br />That new beauty may abound.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-new-beauty-abound/
