Why does every woman I hold turn to dust in my arms?
Why does my love so strong burn the stars?
Why does the cemetery serenade me so sweet?
Why does death sweep me off my feet?
Why is my memory of her a corpse I can't bury?
Why can't I forget?
Why can't I write the obituary?
An entity unseen becomes my queen.
Her throne my home.
She dances in my head.
I sway alone.