There I was.
In God's house.
Surrounded by familiar faces.
I sat among the wooden pews,
Unphazed by reality.
People spoke of you in the past tense.
How dare they!
It was as if you were dead!
Dead.
The word rolled around in my mind,
Slowly piecing together
But still not making sense.
I chose to read a poem.
A poem about your so-called death.
The words flowed out nicely.
But then......
Dead.
Oh god.
It was true!
I struggled to say the last few words.
Then I sat...
And cried.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
As if that weren't enough,
I watched as you were lowered into the earth.
I lingered while the crowd thinned,
Letting the truth set in.
Dead.
I knew, then, that you were gone.
Forever.
Only lasting in my memory...
Until the day I die.



 
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