Eulogy

You are dying. You're slowly slipping away from my reality. You're killing yourself and you don't even know that I'm watching closely right behind you. I watch and take note of every single move. I pay tribute to the ground on which you once stood. Although you're dead now, far gone, I write this to you. Addressed to the most awkward of situations, to the most inhumane reactions. I stand here, with the image of your suicide in my blank canvas. The shine has left me blind, now I am left alone with nothing but a record of your death. And I mourn you. I waited to wake up on a stormy night, with my body coming out of the sweat and slowly calm my herat beat and go back to sleep. But my dream has captured this alternate reality and made it my own. Now I have to live without ever waking up. Then it is you who will be mourning me, because I will never wake up.