Why do we think of the dead with sadness
When they have moved on from the worries of life
We put flowers where they rest
Under trodden dirt
We weep when we slip up
And think they’ll be there
Don’t think of what you could have done
Think of what you did
Lazy days sitting by the lake
Thrill rides where you left your stomach behind
Dinners under the night sky
Thinking you could own the world
Think and hold close to your heart
The best parts of your kith and kin
And let go
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