hear weeping, sadness.
there were
whispers made,
flowers were brought in.
people had to be
consoled.
there was music playing.
one by one,
they came up to peer
in, to see me lying there.
to catch a glimpse
of what death
resembled.
but i gave them nothing
i stayed still
in my fine suit, my tie
and ironed shirt.
wonderful things
were said about me,
over doing it,
while others
remained silent.
then someone put a rose
upon my chest.
but still i didn't move.
i didn't let on that everything
was fine.
even better than that,
i had arrived.
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