-The morning of death
we mourn the dead
no, not death, not the dead
we do not mourn the dead
we do not mourn
that death takes the dying
it is the fleeting of possibility
the defeat of what could be
too suddenly becoming
what could have been,
far too quickly–
to ever dream of being.
It is not those that leave
we mourn;
it is those who stay,
and what they will not create.
It is not the dead we mourn;
it is ourselves and what
we have lost because
of those who left.