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