poem: funeral
I hover
everyone's wearing black, tears shedding upon innocent cheeks
why r they crying? i wonder
the preacher steps up" we r gathered 2day to witness a girl who died before her time."
As the preacher steps down, her friend steps up and looks absentmindedly down at the white clothed corpse." she was a good friend, irreplacable."
The mother steps up, her tears pouring down on the peaceful corpse"Nobody could ask 4 a better daughter, she was kind, courageous, but she couldnt communicate with the world, especially me, regarding that i still love her"
The crowd surrounds the coffin, I am unable 2 c the girl's face
I walk thru the teary people and see her face
u wouldnt believe it, but
that girl, that friend, that daughter
was me.