funeral day.

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The day had dawned
filling her with fright
she didn't want to let go,
but it had to be tonight

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She closed her eyes
and took a deep breath in
joined her palms in prayer,
bowing to the light within.

With the second breath in
she held him close
and held him tight
and with her breath out,
she gave up the fight.

It will not do
to dwell on him anymore
she'd given herself all this time
and now she had to let go.

She sang and danced
and announced to no one
'The funeral is today,
let the mourners come'

They came and laid
a rose on the grave
said their sympathies
asking her to be brave.

She said nothing
and watched them go
she didn't utter a word
didn't let it show.

She welcomed the dusk
and watched the sun go down
hiding her duality
of being a murderer and a clown.

In these times
of instant messages and chats
she'd written him a love letter
not for her,
this business of stat.

She had fought with her stars
and arm-twisted her fate
it wasn't maktub,
she realised that,
just a little late.

The night brought with it
loads of merry & wine
they danced their last dance,
just for them,
the stars shined.

She wrote him one last letter
just one paragraph,
it ended with
'you, me and we are dead
this, is our epitaph.'