Lovely Bones

You crushed my lovely bones into a fine stew. Autumn's breeze scattered my remnants throughout the world, taking in the sights I would rather have seen with you. In England, we saw Avon and the River Thames. They reminded me of our life before the strife, and your eyes that shone like gems. France's tour Eiffel et la Musée du Louvre, were a sight in and of themselves but nothing without you. Your neglect and vehement disrespect was cause for my estrangement from your world. I have grown into a man, no longer innocent as a young girl. The pearls I once saw in windows, now adorn my neck; like a trainwreck, I watched your collapse. My bones returned to the world's map, hoping to capture real beauty in their final moments airborne. They flew above acres of roses, you came to mind when I noticed the thorns. I cannot accept that this is the end, although it is time that we part ways. For a thousand nights, I will grieve your loss and supress my pain during the day. I envisioned our future, so shiny and spanking new, but instead the thoughts within my head are more soaked with dread than dew, another result of you. For too long, we played our parts in a neverending charade. You were smart to eternally sharpen your blade, the one you jforced into my heart. I should have been wiser and realized, that you were as fantastic as a fox. Now I lay in a box with my body bent and dark, sheathed in a cloth cheapened by your mark. I will begin anew, in Cairo, where my bones saw the pyramids and were no longer filled with despair. They showed me that, with work, any society can prosper and the same for every man; in retrospect, I realized that I have the strength to start again. No longer burdened by negativity, I will reach the promised land.