The Loving Corpse

I am a loving corpse
A corpse that feels
A corpse that remembers
Her touch, Her smell
Memories that a corpse should not have.

I am a corpse that cannot move
A corpse that cries in its tomb
Nobody hears it
Nobody sees it
Its just a corpse in its tomb.

I am a corpse that cannot climb out
from its tomb of memories
Memories are the only thing
that keep it company in the dark.

I am a corpse that had its heart broken
I am a corpse with shattered bones
I am a corpse that rots in a tomb
I am a corpse that was once
a man in love.