don't speak of the days after †

Itís been 1,732 days.  

Do you remember  
At your funeral  
How I walked with my head down
Afraid if I lifted my eyes
One of your other girls  
Sitting in black  
Waiting in back,  
Observed my lack  
Of interest in them
That was at the forefront  
Of my mind
I hated them all.

And the night we found you
I looked through your garbages
For used condomsÖ.
why did i do thatÖ..
We finally found your phone  
And charged it and it didnít stop  
Constantly ringing
Bringing my dismay
Further into  
The grave with you.  
The thoughts we have  
For the dead. †
They are as uncouth  
As the dead
Heroin slithered through your blood  
Its tongue eager for a taste  
Found your vulnerable heart  
And feasted. †
It was days before we found you
You never fathomed  
It would happen that way  
Did you?  
Itís what I think about  
Every day.
For 1,732 days
Iíve pieced together  
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