When You Die

Author's Note: Happy spooky season

When you die

People stop talking about you

They say you were lovely

You were kind, you were beautiful

WERE

They stop talking about you as you are

They talk about you as you were

Because they would rather talk

About you as they remember you

Than you as you are now

They say, "I miss her;"

But they don't

They miss who you used to be

They don't miss the decaying flesh

That sits inside your coffin

Or the ashes sitting in your urn