You once said you did not want anyone to come to your funeral
And I cried
And you wondered why
Because "you could be doing something better"
But nothing will ever be better than spending my time on you
You are worth it
Even if you aren't there to see it
It is unlike me to let you leave without saying goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Memoirs of Nobody in Particular
PoetryA collection of free verse poetry detailing the experiences of . . . well, nobody in particular.
