Of #Family and #friends


They came to the grave
Wearing black suits and black dresses
Black gowns and black jackets
Black ties and black hats
Some even donned black spectacles

Standing by my grave
Weeping, Solemn, display of grief

A meeting with death
Unending silence

Sniffs, punctuated by

Intermittent wails of anguish
But with similar haste
With which most came
They turned around and left

Blending back into society

A return to vanity and fickleness

leaving behind
only a handful of souls
My closest family

And one.
People who had lost
More than the rest

A man I owed a debt to
Those to whom

For good or ill

I was more than just a friend


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