“From A Distance”

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Like in a dream
I watch myself die
And attend my own funeral.

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 And in her something...final year
She would conclude
There was just too much
Sadness in her life
That thing’s
Had quietly
Gone wrong and hopelessly
So out of hand
So she'd decide to act
And take control of what
Was left for her to take
And I remember standing silently
In numb surprise
With many others in
Assembly by the dirt
That fell like tears
Upon the casket drizzling rain
And wondering
Should I succumb to guilt
Or was there really nothing
That a friend could have done?
And still I am afraid
Of darkness
So I'll wonder which
Of us is more determined or
Courageous than
I would be in her place
Or why she left
Us here to stare
At one another and
The empty branches and
We here
Will never know…
Who would try
Who will remember
Who will lament
A fawn's cry
All alone -
If no one heard her
Did she make
A sound
Before
She
D
I
E

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