I went to your funeral today
The lights around you pink like the sunset we watched together,
Your eyes sunken in, the life had left them days ago.
The years of depression vibrant on your face as if you'd been frowning for 25 years.
I remember you telling me you wanted to die.
Now here you are. It's what you wanted.
The medium told your mom that you're dancing with the angels now,
Like you had danced with pills and depression your whole life.
As we spread your ashes in the bay, I remembered the time we saw a baseball game there.
You had caught the foul ball.
I went to your funeral today,
And I also started planning mine.
This one, red like the blood I poured over you.
The only thing vibrant is the eternal distress that will spend it's time crying for others.
I took in your emotions as my own.
Now I'm lying there, full of deceased regret but it's still very alive.
The pastor said I was in a better place now,
That's true except I couldn't comprehend I was dead, because I thought I'd always been like that.
They buried me, in orange. Like the sunrise of the day I was born.
I had my funeral today, but the funny part is, it happened the day you left.
