the sad thing was
about the happy girl
and the hated and the loved one-
all the same;
their eulogies did not say
that they chose this, if
someone wrote a note
to read at my coffin,
they did not say
that she built this
or that perhaps
she was proud
they said it was
unfortunate
that such a dreamer
an artist,
that whimsy little girl
had become the one
with black hair and matching clothes;
something choking her neck,
lace perhaps;
the kind who wrote poetry
on the psychiatrist's waiting room
chair's arm;
they said
it was sad
that the one time i wore color
was to your funeral-
but wasn't that a happy
thing?
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
the sad thing was
about the happy girl
and the hated and the loved one-
all the same;
their eulogies did not say
that they chose this, if
someone wrote a note
to read at my coffin,
they did not say
that she built this
or that perhaps
she was proud
they said it was
unfortunate
that such a dreamer
an artist,
that whimsy little girl
had become the one
with black hair and matching clothes;
something choking her neck,
lace perhaps;
the kind who wrote poetry
on the psychiatrist's waiting room
chair's arm;
they said
it was sad
that the one time i wore color
was to your funeral-
but wasn't that a happy
thing?
