But I was never dead.
I passed into some strange history, old memories.
Yet I am still here.
My passing was sudden and unexpected.
But still, I am here this very moment, never having departed.
People have and are morning the loss of me.
I never left them all the time still standing before their eyes.
Yet I died this year.
Only months have passed.
I do not feel this loss of me.
I only feel the loss of others who let me go.
Now I am dead.
But my corpse does not decay.
Every moment breathing, heart beating, thoughts fleeting.
Is this what it is like to die?
I have watched them leave.
One by One.
I saw the signs of death.
Yet I could do nothing to stop it.
I am living with death each day.
I am invisible and forgotten.
But my eyes still see those who buried me.
My heart still feels the love I never gave up.
I died this year.
So when does life begin?