But I'm not sure if
I have the right
To somehow write
You an elegy.
But you drift away
So soon and cruel,
And I've just met you
Four months.
But there's a reason
Why I am at your wake,
Listening to eulogies they make
On a cold December.
And there you are
Inspiring me even when you're dead,
In the midst of your body cremated,
I remember how life must be lived.
So with this Elegy
I humbly write
What I think is right
To thank you for the inspiration.
So I thank
The stars
Guiding me this far
At your wake.