When you die

When you die
Will your lives attend your funeral
Will they be dressed formally carrying black umbrellas
Sitting in the back of the room apart from everyone else
Mysterious strangers that no one recognizes

 

When it comes time for the mourners
To say a few words about you
Will your lives stand up one by one
And reveal secrets that will leave others aghast
Thinking they never really knew who you were

 

Will they recite a litany of all your wrongs
Beginning in childhood and continuing far too long
The angry words the hurtful acts the shameful deeds
Will they accuse and blame and indict you
As you have done yourself so many 3 A.M.s?

 

Or will they instead celebrate how ardently you loved
How fiercely you stood your ground how artfully
You fashioned victories from defeat’s tangled debris
And when your coffin passes by give you a wink and a thumbs-up
Then join the procession out the door and vanish into the rain

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