I hardly had the heart to wake her.
She looked so peaceful in the morning light -
should I disturb her, did I dare shake her?
I sat beside her on a stool
and kissed her forehead, marble cool.
"Wake up" I whispered "Let's go home.
There's lots to do and I need you"
She didn't stir - I waited,
then reluctantly I left her.
I know she would've come if she could
but the coffin kept her.
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