I Buried My Name

I buried my name
in the garden beneath
the roses next to the mound
where your body was laid.

I buried my name
when the frost was in bloom
and the chill caught
the breath and plunged deep
into the heart of the soul.

I buried my name
as the sun set upon hope
while the clock ticked onward
in the deepest of mourning
for the moments not spared
for those who were left wounded.

For my thoughts are consumed,
for my heart it is broken,
for my emotions are buried
in the garden beneath
the roses next to the mound
where your body was laid.