Our Danse

Please tell me that wasn’t you

I saw at the cemetery that day

sneaking out of your crypt in your finest

Sunday clothes.

 

Please tell me that wasn’t you

I heard singing in the cemetery that day

a dark little waltz

sung  sweetly off  key

 

Please tell me that wasn’t you

I saw in the cemetery that day

calling me to join you

in my finest Sunday Clothes.