The Mortician

I open my lungs dear,
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
Baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch.

I will await dear,
A patience of eternity, my crush.
A universal still, no rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years, I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.

Booked our flight those years ago,
I said I love you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head,
I promised you, I will see you again.
Again.

I sit here and smile dear.
I smile because I think of you, I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss.
Fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every grudge.

Booked our flight those years ago,
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head but I promised you, I will see you.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you and I left you.
Regrets no longer in my head,
But I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again, again.

I'm home again.