I Should Have Gone To Your Funeral

I felt your last breath in a dream—

My jaw was sore from conversation

As my abs ached with laughter,

Yet, your voice began to muffle as light

Pressed into my eyes.


As this fantasy pulled away, I swore

I felt the hands on my watch

Tick faster than they tocked—

My sense of time hastened

When I saw your office,

Still locked.


I was imprisoned by Instinct

To a hallway bench— I couldn’t stop

Watching my dream replay through

The cracks of your door—


Each beginning was dimming

In the already darkened room, but

I still waited for you to visit

Once more.


Picture Credit: Everplans


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