Mourning You; Alive by Lostling

Mar 26

And suddenly I’m at your funeral
                                                                   again. Your body is

          bloodied, laying in the little, black, box.

                                                              Your face is marred.

Or maybe it’s my tears
                                                       that make me
                forget
                                                                                            how you look(ed)
              You shouldn’t be there.               I won’t be there.
                                              Unless you call for me.         But
                                                                              dead people don’t speak.

And then I’ll climb down to your bed
Just to make sure you’re still breathing

#death #loss #funeral

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