Death dehumanised you.
Made you untouchable.
Left your body behind, shattered.
I wonder whether you sat by your body
And mourned.
I wonder whether you’ve seen yourself,
Whether you sat down next to you
And looked as you left behind
What you existed in for so many years.
Was your gaze filled with love?
Did you linger at all?
Were you free from thoughts and observations?
Free from horrors and heartache?
I wonder whether you sat by your side
In the midst of that cradling valley
Abandoning what tore you up inside.
Croque-Melpomene 