Funeral

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.