Horrifying was the call in the dead of night,
When you heard that I found the ‘better place’ from my bed.
How it is better if I must witness your excruciating plight,
To watch your eyes glisten with tears unshed?

Less than 24 hours later,
Stifled sighs and muffled sobs fill the air around my freshly dug grave.
Touching eulogies and prayers, each one greater,
And I, from the shadows, feel the love they gave.

Your grief is proof of my life,
Oh, how we’d decided we’d never let go.
In every tear you shed, I am revived,
In every memory, our love grows.

Alas, the show must go on,
I’ll always be in your hearts.
Though my presence is gone,
I have very well played my parts.

- Ria Modi