One, two, three,
Four, five, six.
Six people carry your casket.
Six people lay you on the ground.
The ground you will soon rest.
I remember the day.
The day you chose death
Over life.
Where did you go?
Surely people don't
Disappear.
Do they?
Are you in Heaven?
Are you in Hell?
Or did your body take a new form?
I hope you aren't gone.
Simply, just somewhere new.
You are missed.
But I understand,
Choosing death isn't easy.
I hope he treated you well.
And wherever you are now
Is what you needed.
Peace to you.
