![]() HabizhpehA Poem by Anonymous
I'm standing alone at your funeral, nude,
Autumn leaves smell like your laughter, Your ghost is floating around in the woods, You're buried and fail to notice me after. I follow your shadow, pushed by the wind, Carried away on a tip of a leaf. As you're dissipating, I finally get That you are alive and I'm dead. If you ever read this, I hope that you'll view The funeral as your rejection of us The grief of the loss has already passed - Like the ghostly perfection of you. © 2017 Anonymous |
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Added on May 25, 2017 Last Updated on May 25, 2017 Author
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