Sweeter Dreams

A tight box is lowered into the ground,

a hand rest on my shoulder,

she's having sweeter dreams.

And I look up at the vast sky,

who can tell me if they are right?

"She's having sweeter dreams"

but do I truly believe?

Who knew it would turn out like this?

It seems so wrong,

yet they tell me to believe

that she's having sweeter dreams.

A year has passed now,

looking at old photographs,

and yes, I truly do believe,

she's having sweeter dreams.