Paige Nielsen


You'Re Dead

I went to your funeral
dressed in my favorite pair of jeans.
The mourners whispered sharply, even though
I dyed them to make them extra black.
I didn't cry.
I felt numb as the chill rain fell.
The fog imbued a sense of fleeting.
Solitude-standing by a grave,
your name was on it.

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