CW: mentions of death
I write your eulogy at night,
thinking of the words I’d say –
depending on how you left,
on how you rest.
I change their meaning and their tone,
to fit who you were,
who you are,
…who you couldve been.
I reject your name by day,
and see your casket at night.
is it worry or guilt
that keeps you in my head?
all you bring is chaos, hurt and anger,
all i can do is close my eyes, ears and heart.
you say you miss me,
but the world could miss you too.
i write your eulogy at night,
because you don’t see the days ahead,
and you let yourself become
Image courtesy of Caroline Attwood