The Funeral Affair

The priest said nice things about you,
No doubt a lot of them were true,

A shame that we never knew each other,
It would have been nice being together.

I stood there way at the back,
Staring fondly at your coffin so black.

Strangers we were to each other,
Oddly, I feel like your faithful lover.

Your jet black hair, and skin so fair,
Your cherry lips and curving hips—

My heart was gripped with sadness
When I remembered you were lifeless.

Your brothers carried you outside,
I walked along, trying to keep stride.

Tears were welling from my eyes,
And held back were my pained cries.

Why do I feel this way for you?
Would you have felt this way too?

I watched your coffin descending
I saw your parents and brothers crying.

Lachrymose overcame my being,
And I fell on the ground grieving.