Death is such a terrible thing
But yet it's such a simple procedure.

The uprooting of an existence and
The relevant memory is such a
painful task
That sometimes drives us insane.
But, death is as simple as the halting of
A heart beat.

The pain and loss felt by the ones remaining
Causes incurable emptiness and dread of living,
But it is a simple as leaving through the door
And never coming back.
Or simply, not being in the same room.

Maybe if we could think of death in this way,
This oddly heartless yet logical way,
Maybe if we could think of death and saying goodbye
Like how we bid our moving friend farewell,
We would be better off.