226. yesterday's confetti
I want to break your heart
I want the tears to fall like winter rain
on my formalin-soused carapace
I want black ties & suits
veils & lilies
I want them to say
he had an infectious laugh
a cheery smile
and a helping hand for anyone
and everyone
that I was witty,
loving and compassionate
I don’t want giggling
at the back
or the rustling of sweet wrappers
or polyester Man.U football shirts
or what a miserable miserly bastard
he was in reality
and a raging hypochondriac
who never had a good word for anyone.
you don’t want the truth
at a time like this
– you can’t handle the truth.