Telekinetic Aesthetic Of The Restless Corpse Poem by Fabio Caparelli

I'll see you at my funeral and I'll smile,
For the first time, I'll realize why, all those times you cried,
For once I'll understand, your tears were a gift that I didn't accept,
Now they are your curse.

Although I smile, my last real smile is long forgotten,
And as I lay dead, my coffin undermines my wooden life,
Did I forget that you were the only thing I had other than my health?
Well now I must go, so take care and don't cry too much.