You said it was hardest for those who would be left behind.
You said that funerals weren’t for the one who had passed away,
But for those who mourned, to get a closure.
You said you didn’t want to say goodbye, because we would see each other again.
Just not tomorrow, as usual.
You said you didn’t fear death, that it wasn’t the end.
A new beginning you called it.
And I hated you then, because I loved you so much.
I hated you because you welcomed death with open arms.
You said you’d rather die young, than old and weak in a hospital bed.
And you died young,though still fragile in a hospital bed.
I think you hated yourself then, your weakness.
You asked me for one last kiss and our tears mixed.
And I kissed you and whispered
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou
Until your chest no longer rose,
Until your breaths no longer caressed my lips
And we never said goodbye, because we would see each other again.
Just not tomorrow.