Who’s to stop the grieving widow
from bringing violets to her late husband’s stone?
Your name engraved in the marrow of my bones
And I’d do it all over again, despite the ache you bestowed
Tend to your grave, write fountain-pen odes
Move mountains with the weight of my evermore sorrow

It’s madness, mourning the breathing kind
But grief rewires the faithful mind
They said the pain would dull with time
But not when I’m the worst of your crimes
And every time they re-shatter my spine
I run back to your grave, though you’re breathing just fine

When love goes cold, I bring you news
Kneel by your stone, confess my blues
“I would’ve never done that to you”
I can almost hear your ghost coo
My heart’s grown mold in shades of blue
Trying to grow a garden with someone new
So I pluck the chrysanthemums and bring them to you