Your Death
Why do you
Put me through this
This death of yours?
Why can’t I dance
And play
And eat
My God
Or sleep
And forget.
The sky is the same
The blue
The air full
The clacking of a train
The seagulls in a dumpster
The noises of cheerful people
Pretending they are alive
Alive
While I sit next
To the container of your ashes
Driving to our spot
To throw you away
in the grey waves.
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