is heaven as white and as pure as the roses we placed upon your casket?
Or is it slightly off like the one I was handed before we lowered you into the ground?
Were your tears raindrops? Falling slowly from the skies of your eyes, and becoming faster with time?
Or were they like snowflakes, holding multiple raindrops in each one?(so much sorrow)
If they were like snowflakes then I understand why you chose to depart...I know that you always hated the snow.
But tell me, if you went to hell, are the flames as red as the roses that filled the funeral home? Or are they more red-orange like the rose given to your friends mother? she regrets not coming to say goodbye, but I think that she feared her raindrops would turn to snowflakes
And do their flames consume you, like the scent of the roses? Or do they let you be, like you wished the misery would have before you left?