your like, gone

Like, yeah I'm here,

my cell phones off

courteously of course.

Wanted to ease the hurt

of you being gone.

I'm just like, saying it all wrong

in a line waiting to view

like, charred remnants of you.

It's loud in the funeral parlor.

Whats it all sound like to you

when you're like put in a jar?

Since you've gone, do you

still like who we are?

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