After you died I could not hold a funeral.
I thought I was ready,
But when it came,
It cut deeper than I imagined.
I let it happen,
Too still to stop it.
The days moved on,
I still carry you in silence,
In the things I never got to say.
It wasn’t sorrow I feared,
I wanted the end,
But not the echo it left.
Now, I live inside the consequence,
A room I built by closing every door.
I held my breath and called it strength.
I let the moment fall like tears I refused to wipe.
I did nothing, and now I carry the weight of it all.
And so my life became a funeral.