Visit Me Dead
Perhaps you'll visit my grave some day.
You might place flowers
and sit with my vanishing memory
just long enough not to be rude.
Maybe you'll remember a good time
or a bad time that was all your fault
and you'll miss what you had
but so cheaply dismissed,
or you'll curse your cruelty,
the bad time was all your fault.
It would be a giggling tearjerker
if you recounted some long gone oddity,
or poured some cheap coffee,
'Ha ! He hated cheap coffee !'
But if we ever acknowledged the animosity
you might regret it now.
Someone would have to regret it
and it couldn't be me,
I'd be dead under your feet.
And you might still hate me dead
as much as you hated me alive,
and dead as I may be
I may have been angry enough
to even be angry now.
And it might suit us both just fine.
Or maybe I'll be cremated
and scattered at sea,
it'll be less embarrassing for both of us.
12th July 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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