I didn’t attend your funeral
I hated you that much
I did send roses
The thorns for you to touch

I hope they bury you on a slope
So your carcass gets no rest
Your knees will buckle
And your skull rolls past your chest

You know you broke me
Heart and soul and more
My reputation shattered
When you ran out the chapel door

Did I want revenge, you bet I did
Why did I waited so long
Now you’re dead and gone
And I’m at the pub in beer and song

The tears have dry and crusty
Memories buried deep
No more chasing useless dreams
I can put what might have been to sleep

Alfred Ramos

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-and-gone-8/