A funeral procession passed by today.
The flowers spelled a different name
But the grief I felt was just the same.
You can’t just read Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,
wave your copy around as you tell everyone
that death is just a part of life –
something that will happen to all of us.
There’s no papering over the sadness,
piecing together the parts of you left
or pretending a memory’s enough.
Be as rational as you like but