Your eyes were as wide as the night you died in,
ushered along like the choices I hated. What funeral
home to use or how to notify people you loved.
What to say.
Your skin blue and transparent without its heart, a sky forgotten
opened its arms to a long dead child and church bells
laughed at me alone.
No one stood in line anymore.
No one handed out loose change. You were
the only one who still watered your lawn
at night. And who were we
to burn your body like it was trash?
metonymy4u 
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