The Funeral

I got ready in in my crape ,
As the others dug the grave .
They put down the body .
I felt nothing under me. 
I looked at her in teary eyes,
And bide her the last goodbyes.
As she parted from me,
The colourful memories held me.

They closed the lid, filled the hole.
Now I'm all alone.
No one can escape the strings of life, Nor could I ,
As I lay there in the dark, still and gloomy, A narcissus grew over me...