#4 (A Eulogy)



A EULOGY


For it has been a long
Time since I have seen you
Buckets have been spent upon
Condolences, weeping, and sorrow
A pallor on a sallow face was common
Among the mourning in the room.

Dimly burns the midnight oil
Today as a reminder of the grief
Rendered by your uneventful passing
Away, in the dark, I still grieve
Tears shimmer in the silver moonlight
Uncontrolled, and saturated with a sentiment.

Such a torrid moment had we spent
Upon the day you left us upon
The world that you had
Seen so little of.

This is but
A commemoration in your name
Upon candles and bolides, I wish
That you were here right now
Right beside me.

-       F.Julian

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