Makeup covers your pale face,
Emaciated you lay in the wooden chamber
I stand in the saddened crowd, the dying crowd
We surround your body
As teardrops fall with a debilitating crash
I wonder if you pondered
The aftermath. The affect you left on those
Who loved you. I only hope you thought it through.
Innocence is foreign
And my tears are the memories that could have been
Dissolving in the damp soil beneath
I clench my teeth to distract the pain
That of which I could not explain
But merely refrain from exuding.
I assume you found life to be engulfed
With sadness, even for just a minute
You defined yourself as the “black sheep”
In a confined tone, and you let out a groan
To express your grief, but I did not see
Or hear or ask, and why?
And as we gather today to say goodbye
To you, Alex, my beloved friend,
I cry