I’ve never been to a funeral before Black dresses Mascara tears To stain your pale lips Umbrellas and relatives you’ve never seen before Everyone holding hands maybe I’ve been to a zoom meeting before I’ve been a low quality camera at a funeral Set up in the dim lights of a church In the last pew standing on the tripod Far away from the open casket I can only catch the hints of him wearing his Notre Dame 60’ hat And his sunglasses I’m ripped away from his stories to fill the rest of my life The priest gives a special mention “We even have his family from kentucky here with us today” Distance is pulling out my organs and tying my intestines into knots A slow slip into insanity reeks me What does it matter if I go insane? I’m on mute and my camera is off Sitting with my family Watching his funeral from a computer I’m left with an open wound What I wouldn’t sacrifice for to be in the first pew To give one last look To whisper into his ear “Thank you for all the joy you’ve put into my years” But I’m here in kentucky wiping my tears with Digital tissues.