Reconciliation

For the sake of old friendship
I will lay flowers on your grave
And cry tears for memories
That you have now forgotten.

Lost dreams sleep in the mortuary
Waiting for cremation-
Better to let dissection go
And leave who we were untarnished.

He was just a boy, wasn't he?
A silly foolish boy whose
Middle name I do not recall
But I remember that he blazed through us
Like a forest fire
And than vanished like dead smoke.

We were sisters and if I could
I would kiss your forehead where
Your hair sweeps past your brow
But powder is caked on your face
To make you look like a frozen wax statue.

Rest, my dear, and wait for me
Until I join you (where?)
And we will be so far beyond reconciliation
That we will forget what was to be forgiven.