This is a funeral,
commemorating a death
which has happened some time ago.
I won’t dig up your body
and try to breathe life back
into your rotting corpse.
I won’t throw dust into your open grave
as I don’t even have that
left to give.
I won’t wear black
when the light
has already long left my heart.
I won’t mourn the death
of something which was once beautiful
when life would only make you suffer.
I may shed a tear
but this is missing the absence of the past
rather than the absence of a future.
It has been a long and fulfilling life
but now it has run its course
and it is time to move on…
This is a funeral,
commemorating a death
which has happened some time ago.
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