Patience, my eager granite, wait.
Suffice for now to list my birth.
That space for when I leave this earth
Reserve, I need not know the date.
Blessed are they who have no stones
To chide them of life’s bounded course.
Must I a somber life enforce
Before they burn my wretched bones?
No; soon will I with my love lie
Whose ashes are herein interred.
Till then by grief my life’s deferred,
And for how long? I can’t descry.
Perhaps once all the tears are done
And thoughts of her don’t choke my breath
I’ll be then free enough of death
To stop subtracting days by one.
To stop subtracting days by one.
