Dirt on Your Grave

"Rest in peace", the preacher
Concludes his speech
As you lay out of reach
One by one, the dirt
Your loved ones held
In their hands is released
So many things
I wish I could say
But you can't hear them
When you're so far away
I can't accept
The fact that you're gone
I will commit
The act that conveys
My choice to admit
That you're not here today
Dirt clenched in my fist
I face away
I will not submit
And put the dirt on your grave
It's been eight weeks, I'm sorry
I haven't come
To talk things out with you
Living life without
Your perfect smile
Is difficult to do
So many things
I wish I could say
But you can't hear them
When you're so far away
I can't accept
The fact that you're gone
I will commit
The act that conveys
My choice to admit
That you're not here today
Dirt clenched in my fist
I face away
I will not submit
And put the dirt on your grave
Your scent still lingers where I
Lay my head to sleep
I can almost feel your fingers
But they're just beyond my reach
And I still hear you laughing
At least that's how it seems
And I still see you but it's
Only in my dreams
Your ghost, it hovers over me
I need my sanity
And I will commit
The act that conveys
My choice to believe
That I'll see you again
Dirt clenched in my fist
Standing in the rain
I'll finally submit
And put the dirt on your grave