Lying there,
so quietly...
lifelessly.
No color upon your cheeks,
your lips so cold and blue.
A parade of black,
standing there crying.
People leave,
they wait in the front.
Watching as you're loaded up.
And one by one they follow.
Your coffin is now closed.
The last bit of light that will ever touch you
trapped inside.
The scene of the cemetery adds to the
dreary, upsetting mood.
Clouds cover the sun,
dark and sad.
Rain trickles down up the guests of your demise.
Someone curses.
Others pop out umbrella's and leave.
But I stay.
I have no flowers,
no parting gifts.
My hands are tucked away in my pockets.
Warm. Like you used to be.
Sighing, I walk towards you. I'm not sure
if you can hear me.
But I say to you the words I never said.
The small three words you muttered to me
on your death bed, in hope that I might return
the affection.
I tell you how sorry I am.
I take back all the hateful things I said.
You died with a broken heart-
something I wish to fix.
But I lost my chance.
What a fool I am.
I beg you to forgive me.
Taking a step back,
I wipe away the unnoticed tears.
Someone pats my shoulder,
and I turn my head.
Your brother smiles sadly,
He knows, he said. But now he's in a better place.
I cringe.
Are you?
Is there a better place than Earth?
A place where life is only the first step?
No.
To live,
to be here,
alive and breathing...
That's the greatest thing; the greatest
place.
You would want to be alive again.
You would rather be here,
than where you are now.
This I know for sure.
In the ground.
Alone.
A gravestone over your head-
Dead.
