The sun is warm on my face.
The grass is cool on my feet.
I do not mourn the passing of this man before me who I did not know.
I could cut his body in half and it would mean nothing to no one-
except that there is more air between him and his feet.

There is no one there now.
But there are so many others who are here today
and to them he was a great man.
They know nothing of the secret life
he lived in his home.
The don’t know the man he was to us.

Goddess, I ask for nothing.
I am only glad he is gone.
I can live with the guilt of not knowing him
better than the pain of trying to.

And to the person standing beside me;
you must ask me nothing of my life with that man.
It is past and gone, there is no need to talk of it.

Brush away my tears
and I’ll pretend they’re for sorrow.
There is just you and I and this day before us.
If we make the most of it or pretend we are mourning,
it will mean nothing to anyone either way.

But the grass is cool on my feet
and the sun is warm on my face
and I never knew the body before me.
If there was a soul there I never knew it.

I was once a child without the one I needed
now if it needs me it’ll have to do without.