I watched you kneel on the grave, a funeral
for two. The grey slacks you’ve had for years
are covered in mud-
a mixture of the dirt which covers her
and your crocodile tears. I think
you saw my observance, so you brushed
the sleeplessness from your eyes and stood.
And through a brief moment of unplanned
eye-contact by unexpected company, I told you
“She was the Earth and you had no business
Her affection calmed storms,
her kiss a glimpse of the heaven you’ll
never set foot in (as if you believed in ‘stupid shit’ like that).
I guess what I’m trying to say is
she loved you; she loved your demons
even when they played with matches,
burning her accidentally, slowly, like flames
licking trees in a wildfire.
You knew she had a kerosene heart.”