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Updated: Apr 13, 2022


By Michael Dean Cook


Where have you been?

We’ve been waiting for you.

I made an excuse.

The funeral lunch was getting cold.

But it was an hour early

From what I ordered.

It ain’t me that changed it.

Truth is, I lingered.

The service was over.

Everyone was driving away.

Their tears and hugging

Were done and over with.

Now we were alone.

I lingered, close to you.

I touched your hand.

It was stiff and unresponsive. I touched your hair.

It felt the same…but

It wasn’t quite your style.

I touched your body.

It was stiff, instead of warm and loving.

I lingered a bit, and I knew it was over.

I lingered a bit, and sobbed a while.

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