I went to your funeral <br />dressed in my favorite pair of jeans. <br />The mourners whispered sharply, even though <br />I dyed them to make them extra black. <br />I didn't cry. <br />I felt numb as the chill rain fell. <br />The fog imbued a sense of fleeting. <br />Solitude-standing by a grave, <br />your name was on it. <br />I couldn't believe the lie. <br />But there came from your oak coffin- <br />I heard a whispered voice, <br />a voice from a life so long ago. <br />Roses' thorns make me bleed <br />like my heart, till it's cast aside. <br />I stood there a long time. <br />I stood thinking-I told you he was <br />bad news. <br />But you adored him, thought he was <br />an angel in disguise. <br />Then, you trusted him, instead of me, <br />your best friend, <br />when he said he wasn't drunk. <br />I saw the car <br />(your precious baby) <br />shattered. <br />You're dead. <br />I turned and walked away. <br />As I walked, I cried.<br /><br />Paige Nielsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-dead/
