Josie

You’re stench fills my nose

Watered eyes stain my clothes 

To look back is to regret

To look ahead is to accept

Never look back is what’s always been said

But I am a grief ridden soul 

The piano plays a sickly tune

The keys just a note off

The violin rings against the walls

Of the grave you’ve been set in

Buried in the back of my mind

I find it hard to remember your face

To remember the smell of your room

That I had spent so many years in

With every passing second a piece of you dies

I don’t want to look back but my eyes are glued to the back of your head.