The flowers we leave for the dead
white lilies
make a lousy bouquet for a first date
but are perfect for the last date
especially if our date is waiting for us six feet below
(talk about a cheap date)
and you meet her at a funeral
and roses seem so inappropriate for a funeral
especially when they’re red
cause life and death are so black and white
except if you’re a ghost
like Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense
then you must be so confused
when the mirror is held up
to you and though you feel alive and well
you’re dead
and you don’t know whether to go to the night or to the light
and so you give grey flowers to the ferry man
who tosses them into the River Styx
and you stand at the riverbank
watching them drift off into the abyss
checking your pockets for change.
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