Day 3: an elegy

An elegy


Be happy

It used to bother me

I mean, who can argue with the dead?


You left me

be. happy.

                                                             It doesn't bother me


As always,

And I'm getting closer to figuring it out...


were your last words to me,

in a letter.

                                                             that you got the final say.


painfully and quite suddenly

not sure I'll forgive you for that;

especially not after leaving with:


that much now.


you were better prepared for the future than me.


to be happy.