From once folded in each others’ arms,
Today we have reached a coffin closed.
Where the lovers in us lie bereft of life,
But our memories sing the sweetest lullaby.
We try to believe that we don’t care,
But I know well why you put me there.
It was to save yourself from this constant ache,
Which has the two of us painfully draped.
So gently packed in tears,
Lie the memories we hold so dear.
Can’t say if it is for better or worse,
For our love off late is struck by a curse.
Though the strength of it I hardly doubt,
It has us connected even en el ataud.
To look at it, it’s a lifeless box,
Like our love trapped in a coffin closed.