a charade funeral
just to see if anyone would
show.
validation that time well spent was
well-
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 close-
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.
Oh, this quite sad.
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