so we lay you to rest.
bruises on a broken neck,
tattered rope around a tired soul
brittle words and tears
flowing like cheap wine
from a falsity of crooked faces
is this how we watched you go before?
a skip in your step
now folded by your own hand
into this small polished box
i saw you in a car today.
i waved, but you were already gone-
cleaned up and packed away














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