Obituary Delivery Man

There is a place set under a fog shrouded moon,
lit only by the night sky and the eyes of the unseen.
She sits there head bowed
lowly she mutters then louder she howls.
No one knows but this is a graveyard
And death he will deliver.
She sits where he left her
indifference in his laughter,
the sound ringing in her ever after.
The weird girl who endlessly chatters
pleads love endlessly, and never fucks off.
A bat slips past her,
a little more closer and she would find comfort
No one knows but this is a graveyard
and her obituary he will deliver
without even a whisper, without a second thought.
But he doesn't deserve her
she could have done better
this blood blister lip biting love...
he haunts her.
Built her up beautiful and breathtaking
made her strong and sure
a bird changing course and a
dedicated lover, just to tear her down
and tell her he doesn't want her, no.
She is too much, and no one likes her.
But She embodies what humanity is after,
an unwavering companion
and he wouldn't see it if it shit on his nose
or tripped him, or pricked his indifferent soul.
So here she sits, stone cold
dead inside
still warm to the touch, but no breath escapes
the night is chill and the bat is still there,
waiting on her
an unconditional creature, curious of her nature.
No grave marker. No flowers. No sweet memories
just a long forgotten valentine
a girl who never was and never will be;
real to him, or human, or worth taking.
The moon slips behind the October night clouds
One tear, the last sign of life
if only it was easy to forget.
As easy as it is is for he,
but such is life and so she dies.