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