Through the sweet smell of lilies...
He glared at us
Across the coffin
Where our dear friend
Rested.
His eyes accused us -
If you loved him so much
How could you
Let this happen?
We knew the reason
Our friend no longer smiled
And it was staring right at us
Across the oblong box.
Now that I am older
I understand that
He, too, knew
He shouldered most of the blame.
