saying goodbye with a flower

strange

to stand at the coffin

and stare

at a dead

person.

someone you knew,

someone

you used to call and talk

to

nearly every week of your life,

despite

all the arguing

and disagreements

at the end

and long spans of silence

over silly

things like

politics.

you want to apologize,

but it's too late

now.

so you stand there

and wipe away a tear or two,

you drop in a flower.