Love, death, and what was the third thing?
Or did I just dream
A more multi-faceted philosophy.
I graduated top of my class
Having learned about love and death
And maybe that other thing
Which I cannot now remember.
To be honest
I am dissatisfied with myself
Petty, fat, ungrateful, soon to be dead
And lightly mourned.
I used to want a big celebration when I died
With four white horses prancing down Main Street
An obelisk and marble urns
Wreaths of flowers and sobbing people.
I now reject
All that fuss and
Instead choose to ghost my way out of life
It’s not that I am cynical
It’s that all those mourners
Are just gloomy because they remember
That they will end up in a cardboard box too
So they cry
And tell stories about how lucky I was
To be their friend
And then they eat the canapés and leave before the speeches.
Unfortunately when you are gone
Your own philosophies
Such as they are
Get buried with you.
Love, death and
What was that other thing?
I now remember
There is no other thing.