Dressed in dark suits
All of them wearing dark shades,
Their obligation
Complete for the day.
It was a great funeral
Lots of people there.
Some came to greet you
Gave you a pat on the back,
For a job well done.
Did they understand
The pain you were going through?
Did they even care
What the cause of her death was?
How long she’d been ill?
And what about you?
Did they truly understand
Your well crafted speech?
You spoke of your loss
The void, utter loneliness,
Of your love dying.
You cried out for help
But they did not hear.
Then they were all gone.
I felt your pain…I knew…
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