Funeral

Weeping, or fond memories shared

By people in black

Hugs and wishes

For what they can’t get back

These are the things

I had hoped to find

When my life and body

Were no longer mine

Closed casket

They’re so quiet

No tears, no sorrow

No denial, no riot

Where are the condolences?

Where are the cries?

Isn’t that what happens

When someone you love dies?

I can’t feel hate for them

I can’t feel anything at all

I can’t think straight

I feel so small

I’m fading fast

I’m almost gone

I’m stone cold, snow white

My conclusion drawn