Funeral

- Rift: Part I - Poem XIII -

The people come to see my jacket torn,

A dim light shining on my face

Would you be there and weather the storm?

And see my body off with grace?

If I died, would you appear?

Amidst a crowd with silent shame

Still wearing my crewneck sweater,

Would you still remember my name?

In the middle of the night, when I was panicking,

Would you come to me and give comfort

If I called you up crying,

Could you drive the mile past the port

Did you get everything you wanted?

When you broke me

I could never move past the moment,

What you did was just to make yourself feel free

Now I’m stuck here in limbo,

Nobody is answering my calls

I stayed there and watched you grow,

Right up until you came to my funeral

Conservations went from never-ending,

To you wanting something to end

You did not explain, there was no chance at mending,

Once you commit a cardinal sin 

My eyes are tired and red from crying,

Are you doing the same right now?

Why did I have to find out about the lying,

All the things you kept from me just left me feeling more down

Did our shared friends show up to mourn me?

They were more to me than just peers

Did they come for you or me?

I don’t think I want answers to that fear 

My ghost hovers over your shoulder,

As you look at my body

You get a chill as the air grows colder,

And think of me as you hug somebody 

Now I’m stuck here right where you left me,

When you broke our promise ring into null

I stayed here and watched you grow,

Right up until you came to my funeral