I saw you leaving the building when my mother disconnected the defibrillator
And my chest stopped rising
Your footsteps echoed down the corridor
Will you show up to the funeral if they have one?
Will it be a closed or open casket?
I don't know if I can watch it...
I'm more than a little scared right now
You didn't even cry
My death was no mark on your unsullied conscience
Show a little class
Go along with the act
For a little while
Hold back a smug smile
Let associations rise like a flock of birds from a field
Resentments rub and scathe like burning sand
I'm dead to you now as I have always been
It'd hurt more if there'd ever been anything real between us in the first place
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
Poetic, really, how I disappoint and bore you even now
In the end
Caress my body in the ground
Like you want to
Like you always do