I told myself I wouldn't cry.
The body inside would not reach out to touch my hand
but would plague my thoughts
while your skeleton decays
alone, underground while the rest of us pretend we can move on.
I could not look at you but I felt you there
beyond the projected image caught forever in our screens
and clinging to Ed Sheeran's pleasant melodies.
We sang with you one last time
and, damn it,
I told myself I wouldn't cry.