Epitaph
Gaining recollection
Of lost artifacts
That could leave a trace
Remembrance of affections
A hollow phase
Another step back
Toward the stairs
Onward to grace
Painting the perception
Unaware
Of aging unopen case
With a grave dissatisfaction
In and out of place
Another step back
Toward the stairs
Onward to grace
An unfinished epitaph
Which could carve itself
It's something we've never had
Just lingering hurt instead
It's something we've never had