Brush it
Under
The rug
That is your cover
You don’t have to be a lover
But a hater?
Be more original
Or don’t be at all
Die by the morning
The minute I enter
A different zip code
I have already begun
Mourning you.
I will not attend your funeral
Wearing robes of black
Draped down to the ground
And you even further below
I will not shed a tear
In public
I will not visit your grave
Jealous eyes
Are watching
Me
Forgetting you
They won’t be saved
The ground we walk on
Is shifting
Ever so slightly
The things you’ve done
Aren’t taken so lightly
It’s time to start a new
Goodbye
Rest well
For the long sleep
And the long farewell
This finale is long overdo
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