Sometimes

I am going to hold a funeral for him.

A few people will be there, they will represent a gradient of closeness.

In this way, we will be coming together.

It will be essential that she who knew is late and he, when he didn’t show up, is early. His friend who wasn’t sure where to begin fits in promptly at five pm as written on the invitation card that also states something wistful about being yourself. As all remarks may come and go as if he got them.

The third guest will not attend as she already knows about him not being there.

We will all face one another by looking at the center where we will place our whims.

I picked up that you thought it was cute how his chin quivered when he wasn’t laughing yet. But he only shook out of embarrassment that he’d be seen more than he could.

He has a younger face because he didn’t grow up wearing features he could attest for. They kinda stayed the same.

Like dolls he’d dress, his vessel carries more than what he couldn’t express.

Someone will exclaim later, he didn’t show up.

Why would someone miss their own departure when being seen felt like getting gone anyway.