I still think about the last funeral I went to.
I got there too early but no one saw me. I sat in the back, thinking – unwillingly – that this was horrible way to say goodbye.
I remember asking God,
How could they believe such a lie?
They brought my friend in a wooden box the color of granite.
And as I stared, it felt like even the crickets were silent.
I watched everyone walk up and tell lovely stories about late nights, early mornings.
About how much they loved him too – but it was funny because no one said what everyone knew.
I stayed in the back but no one saw me. And I didn’t cry… I didn’t feel like it was right of me.
Not at the time, but not at all.
Not until the month the leaves started to fall. When I parked in the street and I watched two friends meet. They were at the same park where we learned how to play baseball. One of them was wearing yellow, and the other one was too tall. I watched as he tried to hang from a branch on one of the trees.
And I thought how funny what no one notices… what no one really sees.
I drove away in a hurry, but no one saw me.
You walked away, and I watched you.
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I thought watching was all I could do.