Ashes
to
ashes.
Dust
to
dust.
I think
this is where
I'm supposed to say
good-bye.
Is that what
everyone's thinking?
Good-bye, Jackson?
Rest in peace?
That's not what I'm thinking.
I'm thinking,
I hate good-byes.
"Let us pray," The minister says.
Dear God,
What can I do?
He didn't deserve this.
Can't we bring him back?
Isn't there anything that will bring him back?
Please?
Amen.
I look around.
If tears
could bring him back,
there'd be enough
to bring him back
a hundred times.