A Funeral

I am holding a funeral of a friendship.

I cremate the memories that we had together as I set fire to all the letters and things I got from my friend with my lighter. As I see them turn to ashes in front of my eyes, tears stream down my face.

When you don’t take care of a corpse, it decays and the smell kills you. Also, you need to pay some respect to the soul of the deceased.

Same thing happens when you don’t take care of a friendship that died. It rots and eats you up from inside. So I figured I need to give our friendship a proper send-off.

In front of the ashes, I make a promise to remember our time together. I may shed tears sometimes but I will not dwell on the past. I promise to move on.

I turn away, bidding a silent farewell to our friendship.

What a lonely funeral it was. My friend didn’t even bother to attend.