One More.
Wrap me up in memories as if they’re my best suit. Let laughter be the music that challenges the deafening silence. Forbid sadness from all hearts and souls because yes, this is my funeral, but you know I wouldn’t want your last time seeing me to be so full of such agony.
So here we are; give us one more good memory together. Give us the brightness of your smile and the shining in your eyes that I always found to be mesmerizing. Take us back to the start where we promised each other our future. Ignore that said future was far too quickly put to a stop, and once you leave here, it will be known as the past.
Distract us from the fact that my laughter ringing through your head is just the echo of memories tricking your ears. It’s only the ghost of my arms around you that has you feeling as secure as you feel; don’t dwell on this.
Draw your focus away, go up to someone, and talk; talk about how we met. Tell them how close the two of us were from the start. Say this so you don’t bring up how you had to throw away the scarlet-stained clothes you were wearing the day you found me.
Don’t tell them how desperate you felt when you were pressing cloth against wrists of rushing red. How you didn’t let the glint of light reflected from the silver in hand distract you from trying to stop the inevitable. Don’t tell them any of this, it will only make things worse for all, now is not the time.
Just dress up in memories with me. Give us now to have one more good memory together. No bringing up how I’m one more lost soul that no one ever got to truly know. Here, in this moment, you’re as lost a soul as I am.
So for now, I need you to keep going as if I’m right by your side. As if I gave you all of the strength you have and doubled it. You know that’s what I would have wanted.
It’s when you get home that I know I’ll be one more reason for the tears racing from those mesmerizing eyes down to your beautiful heart. I feel terrible knowing I won’t be able to comfort you just once more. Know that my love for you didn’t die with me. And leaving you? That was the hardest part.