"you still cross my mind from time to time, and i mostly smile, still so set on finding out where we went wrong, and why..."

i went to a funeral today.
i was the only one there,
hundreds of feet above the crashing waves,
breathing grains of air.
the cliffs are no whiter than my reveries,
no blacker than my memories.
i look down and ask questions of the sharp rocks.
because there's nothing in the pine box
and no ashes in the urn.
i wanted to sing the eulogy
but there are no words, no, there are no words to say
over a dead anniversary