Epitaph
You are dead to me
though you still live.
A person with the name
I used to call you by
a face that still resembles
one I recognized
lives on. But now
that name rings hollow in my ears,
that face faded
my eyes cannot recall.
You are more dead
than those others that we loved
whose bodies lie underground. More than they
you deserve the funeral rites which do no good
for those who cannot witness them.
You may benefit
from being mourned while still alive.
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