i will not celebrate your passing nor euphemise my eulogy you're gone. you're gone and i can't see a better place where you will be that's not with me.
through casket glass i stare and dare not wonder how you are still flesh each curl and lash in perfect order, yet no longer filled. you are still fresh inside my mind, secret chuckle, crinkled eye, crooked toes on creaking stairs in the dead of the night.
i will be there as you descend, with two teaspoons of vanilla ice cream one to ease the bitter pills the other 'cause you'll ask for another anyway.
paper gold paper home paper temple we burn and turn over embers remembering your fervour for life and love and strength in strife it feels surreal to watch you wheeled into the fire admire the flames that drink the drops hot off my cheek.
you always made a silly sniff that made me giggle when you kissed my forehead and i really wish i learnt the habit sooner 'cause it's time and from tonight-