a charade funeral
just to see if anyone would
validation that time well spent was
well enough to leave timed marking on the Earth
and few cheap roses.
he’ll stand in the back-
in zero eyes
and he’ll watch.
some making appearances to say they came to clear an unclear conscious-
only to go home and finish the bottle they’ve been working on
since the sun rose.
a couple of lovers- a few that brought their new children
a few that remember the good times
a few that wish they never stopped.
a brother who couldn’t keep it together
he still carries around the toy guitar key chain he got on Christmas-
tight in a clutch today.
he’ll make note of those that didn’t show
those that couldn’t say goodbye
those strong enough too-
a ghost with a pen.
the service was garbage-
but no one cared-
they cried with a memory in their mind
and words they never spoke in their heart.