Baby Wears Black

She came to my gravesite yesterday morn
Wearing black leather 'neath lowering clouds
She stood alone, raining her tears
Far from the city and maddening crowds

I could hear her whisper my name
Then the lilt of her farewell song
Reminiscent of our shared bygone days
And those nights when I did her wrong

But she is the one I truly did love
And held to my deeply scarred chest
She adds one more flower to my modest stone
And leaves me, at last, to unquiet rest