Funeral

I lie on crumpled velvet pressed against the four corners of the earth. My ears pick up chatter around me. Chatter of my greatness. Chatter full of lies. Dirty, filthy lies. They say I was kind when in reality I only focused on others when convenient. They say I was dependable. But I depended more on others than they did on me. The mourners finish gabbing sharing their stories of foolishness and naivety and together they lower me into the dust.