When you are dead,
no one invites you over for a drink
Birthday parties are no longer valid,
and holidays are past pictures,
cards,
and fading memories
When you are dead,
no one sees what you’re wearing
No one speaks to you as someone alive anymore
No one notices the dirt beneath your nails,
or the dust that fills your nose,
or the ghost that you’ve become
When you are dead,
even the stones shut their eyes
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