They grew apart from you
With time
Not because of anything particular
Specific as it were
Just the noise that displaces space
You can be certain
They have not forgotten you
They will still come to your funeral
When the time is ripe
Like a fruit before rotting
On the street you sit in humble repose
Dirty enough to draw disgust
To all who witness your demise
Though you were the godsend child of the community
Before things took a turn for the worse
Broken Hearted urchin
For whom no one sheds a shred of decency
They will still come to your funeral
They despise you for your ideology
Though you are cut from the same cloth
You used to agree on everything
From the side of the earth the sun rises
To the part of the sky where stars alight
You shared the sweet air of spring
And the crisp winter’s chill
You made art, talked god, prayed together over luminous fire
Too hot for the devil herself to hold hooves over
One touch inflicted the wound
One word destroyed the love
One breath born all misunderstanding
They will still come to your funeral
