Funeral

I know I’ll leave

Things unfinished

Things unsaid

And all I’ve held in

Will rot with me

I have wondered who’ll

Mourn me

My children,

Eyes darkened in the

Way only grief manages,

Will I die a good man

A good death?

Will those who’d spit

In my face

Spit on my grave?

Will some part of me

Live on beyond my

Children?

There’s a good way to

Go as yet and these questions

Aren’t offered in self pity

Because there’s a sweetness

In being temporary

But will you kiss me

Again?

Tell me I matter

One

Last

Time