Death

When you are dead
No one invites you over for a drink

Birthday parties are no longer valid
And holidays are past pictures
cards
and fading memories

When you are dead
No one sees what you’re wearing

No one speaks to you as someone alive

No one notices the dirt beneath your nails
Or the dust that fills your nose
Or the ghost that you’ve become

When you are dead
Even the stones shut their eyes

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