Forget The World

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Goodbyes

I'll see you for the last time tomorrow.
Except that it won't really be you,
Just this empty, hollow shell.
I'll see you for the last time tomorrow.
Except your face will be waxy,
Your hands cold and stiff,
There will be too much wrong with your body lying there like that.
I'll see you for the last time tomorrow.
Your clothes won't really be yours,
You wouldn't wear them like that, it's not your style.
You wouldn't wear that lipstick, you prefer it darker.
You won't be wearing your cross around your neck, they prefer the prettier jewellery,
It's more aesthetic, I suppose.
I'll see you for the last time tomorrow,
I'll cry for the last time in a while tomorrow.
There'll be a ceremony for you, there always is,
It'll be at some old pub.
We'll all drink and get drunk and pretend to be happy, like your soon to be rotting corpse isn't only a twenty-minute drive away.
People from all over the country will travel for you,
I don't even know them, and they will be hugging me, like we are old buddies.
I won't be comfortable with their comfort.
You would hate for us to be in discomfort, but you couldn't stop it now.
I'll see you for the last time tomorrow.
It'll be our final parting; I have half a mind to wave.
Goodbye is never goodbye,
Except it is.
I'll see you for the last time tomorrow.