A certain denseness weighed down the air,
As we gathered for someone who wasn't there.
With the occasional sniffle and a stifled cry,
They came together for the one who died.
After a song and a poem or three,
Tears befell the whole family tree.
I saw this as an arrogant fraud,
Weeping and
Remembering and
Praying to God.
Make me a promise,
Just one final deed:
No sad prayers;
No hymns;
Play rock and roll for ME.
Just an old work I dug-up. Short, but has an agreeable ending, I think. Enjoy.
It’s a game
That we play.
I’ll win,
But he stays
There alone,
On the ground.
I am numb,
So I heard
Not a sound.
Nor a sight
Did I see.
His hand had
Reached for me.
I’m just ice,
As I’m told,
All alone
And utterly cold.
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