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Aug 2019
It's raining today
Everyone stands
With their black umbrellas
Opened wide
To catch the sky

Soft music played
Inside the funeral home
It echoes in their ears
Old lyrics scattered
To the beat of the rain

The ceremony was short
The coffin was not open
There were no deformities
But the mother couldn't bear
To see the body

The tombstone is small
Simply carved
No one quite knew what to say
So all it reads is
Gone but never forgotten

That's funny
Considering who I was
I always prepared mental images of the flowers there would be, and I think I have a list of songs to play around here somewhere. None of that will happen.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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