My Sister Buried in a Trunk

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My Sister Buried in a Trunk

I was around
Every night
I called up to her window
EmilyEmily, dont die alone…

I was there
As close to serenade
I tried to make my voice sound,
When I sung out to her:
Come down Emily, Emily come take a walk with me
Put your feet on solid ground!

I was confined to come each eve,
I cried for her to glimpse my sight,
I saw but a lonely light;
A discomforted form at work.

I swear I came even on wild nights,
Where now I think the rain tried
To provide me with some future incite,
Though I was unaware of what she wrote
I knew that she did write,
I thought she would retire soon from sowing,
The window was high,
With candle light still glowing,
I whispered, EmilyEmily
Please stop what you are doing,
Just for a moment come walk with me
EmilyEmily, dont die alone…

I heard a pace, I heard her rise,
I heard her heart it was racing,
I thought I could hear her feet on the steps–
The upstairs window flew open
The door below stayed closed
I should have known it was her life that was going…

There was no light in the window anymore
Later nights when I did call;
My life without her had little answer…
It was strange how I kept facing
Returning to where she went departing
Without a care at all.

But when I broke the rules
So sick with love from calling,
I found a trunk full
Of slanted verse
And I was no longer falling.

Yet after I made your work immortal,
You died again, in my grief.

Now often nights I still come by,
Sometimes I think I see,
A shadow pass over your room;
I shed a tear for Emily.

-by Aaron Barth-Martinson

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