“It doesn’t really matter”
(a sky is heavy, even an empty space)
“It never really mattered”
(a body is heavy, even an empty vessel)
“It will never really matter”
(you mattered too much; you were real, you were more than matter)

My words carry nothing. I cannot say “you never really mattered.”

Matter has weight.
Your weight, on my shoulder, matters.

I will be your grave, if you can bear the wait
If you can bear the weight, my body can be your vessel
Your lost space.

Through a silver veil
Let my weight carry you
To a space that is light,
A sky that is full,
And to new things that matter.

“It doesn’t matter. I love her. What do you have against zombies anyway? Just because they’re
undead doesn’t mean they aren’t human.”

“Zombies are not human, Jim.  They are the living dead!  They are abominations!”

“Sticks and stones.”

“Your attraction to an animated corpse is absolutely disgusting.  I mean, she’s rotting for heaven’s sake!”

“In some perfumes is there more delight than from my mistress reeks….”

“That’s not funny, and you’ve misquoted. You know how this has to end! The first chance she gets, she’ll eat your damn brains!”

“But she has already stolen my heart.”