I love you and I always will
thanks for all the good times
your smile and kindness
meant so much to me
while you were alive.
Sometimes, though, you ticked me off
but let’s not talk of that right now
I’m just saying I’m sorry you’re gone
ignoring what needs to be ignored
say, I miss you.
We have always mumbled over graves
shouting into the black forest
walking down the street
they all have new expressions
the city indifferent
as notes to the dead are played on a keyboard
for everyone alive to hear.
How articulate
how brave
our dreadful loss, our unhealed scar
of a monologue, a soliloquy
woe is me
until we’re alone onstage too
words untold echo and fade
all mouths and ears have closed.
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