How could I not see that death
Had already seduced your heart?
How could I not see it in your eyes?
Hear it in your words, look beyond
Your smile, I know it was sincere,
I never questioned its root, the freedom,
That I never associated with non-existence,
It makes sense, somehow, I need to make
My peace with the pieces you left behind,
The memories that shattered a future,
I was robbed, of you, of us, of time, a sense
Of conclusion, you burned me and you had
Already been a body of ashes, I didn’t know,
I repeat myself, that country where the ambulance
That picked you up is silent, is judgemental,
Is pretentious, clandestine, hiding you away,
Hiding your act, the world behind it, rotten and
Infectious, nothing happened, and it happened
Multiple times after you, and again and again,
The mute ambulance drives through villages and cities,
The families drowning beneath it all,
That torturous silence, the whispering, the pretences,
The money flows and flows, mental illness is a state unknown.