the wake
is short.
not everyone shows up.
it's too sad.
too
something.
drinks in a bar
and we send her off.
off to what.
she didn't believe
in God,
or did she?
who was she.
funny to the bone.
sweet
and kind.
generous and smart.
no kids.
no one who would be
called
a significant other.
stuff accumulated
now collecting dust.
we raise our
glasses and say farewell
before we leave,
off to live the rest
of our own lives,
we'll miss you.
we love you.
perhaps that's enough.
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