Laughing Skeletons

Our skeletons once laughed together,

Souls wandering through spring-lit flowers.

Beside the mural of our shared moments,

Coffee grew cold, lost in our smiles.

Throwing stones into the whirling lake,

Reading books beneath the warm sun—

With no regrets to hold

And no longing for the same

For everything I did was out of love,

Yet I never thought I’d be the one to let go.

Now the coffee stays warm,

And the flowers withered by the wait.

The mural lost its spark,

So did our love.

Now I sit quietly by the same lake,

Holding the book of our past—

Not as a happy skeleton,

But as a whole body, knowing something is gone.