Eulogy

​Don’t look so glum

This isn’t a damn funeral

The black just brings out my eyes

Here, I brought you flowers

Red roses to go with your white.

But what, you seem unwell

Won’t you lie down for a minute

In the back if you will; I’ll drive 

And what is this , you’re hurt

I see blood on your dress

Wetter and darker than mine

Oh dear now I am stained 

I need to wash my hands off 

I am so sorry for this , but

If you are this dead to me 

You might as well just not live

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