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The final goodbye🖤🥀

It's only me, in a black dress, carrying a red rose.
Walking down the rows and rows,
of empty seats, that seem to face me, that seem to be watching me cry.

The final goodbye, but I didn't say goodbye, and I'll probably say goodbye again.

To my mother, to my father, to my brother, and to all my dearest friends.

I'm sorry to you, and to you, and any of you that knew him.
I'm sorry to those who had a history,
to those who knew him better than me.

And you'll lay forever now, in the ground, as all people who die,

Thank you for spending my summers with me, goodbye.

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This poem was written about death.
Fun, amirite?
No but seriously, it was written about the passing of a loved one and how it's usually a reminder that many more deaths will follow and you'll have to experience many more deaths in your life and you just have to learn to live with that.
It was also written about my first time actually attending a funeral.
It was named "The final goodbye" because although the funeral I went to had LOADS of people attending it, only close family were allowed to give their final goodbye at the burial, and the last line of the poem is what I said as my final goodbye.
This one's very personal but it happened a while ago so I don't mind talking about it. :]