now that iim dead

October 18, 2008
By amaziing arroyo, Bronx, NY

your face is a picture of sorrow complete
your lips so dry of color deplete
your cheeks so hollow your eyes so red
why do you cry now that im dead?

you go to the places we used t walk
where for the very first time we ever talked
again and again the same path you tread
why do you miss me now that im dead?

and on your lips today are those words at last
the ones you never really got passed
that i wanted to hear yet you never said
why do you say them now that im dead?

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