Eulogy

Some nights you must dream of the dead.

A wave of resurrection takes you to her.

The skin you buried is standing by your side with a smile,

And that is when you realize it's a dream.

Because she never smiled.

Her mouth always reminded you of the pain.

Healing is never taught to her.

Even as she rests, her face keeps a frown.

Her body was an empty house,

Many came in but no one really stayed.

A woman who barely lived is hanging in the walls of grief.

She always said death is a glee.

Maybe her bones became a home for living beats and bacteria.

She must have found the love in graveyard.

The two skulls kissing gently as she forgets her sorrows.

Laughing to the jokes of death with the corpses,

She finally learns to live.