the ground was too hard
to dig
so they set her in
the mausoleum
next to the others.
all boxed
and ready
to be buried come spring.
still
they had the funeral.
words were said
that should be said.
tears, laughter,
all of that.
and yet she was still
above ground,
above the ice
and snow.
above the living,
stored neatly in
the cemetery shed.
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