Bouquet

Small Caskets Are The Heaviest

I never thought my first funeral would be that of a friend

I never thought the casket adorned in sunflowers would be that of her's

I never thought the first death I would mourn would be her's 

I never thought, but then again, I never saw

The scars like tally marks counting her thousand sorrows

The secret tears she'd shed beneath her facade 

The hundred hints of her dying that everyone just brushed off

We all thought it was a phase, 

She'd get over it, we'd say. 

I, however, would sometimes see beneath the veil of smiles and jokes 

See her weeping behind corners

See her covering her wrists 

See her tears

But, I did nothing. 

Nothing. 

So, how come I never thought that the first death would be her's? 

The sunflowers on the casket, her's? 

The first death, her's? 

For the smallest caskets are the heaviest.