I wanted to be ashes
To fly in the wind
Or flow to the sea
Instead you boxed me
Inviting people to look
That rarely saw me alive
Mouthing empty platitudes
Pretending they cared
In your mourning you believed
"Oh, how natural she looks,"
When I just looked dead
Or like a bad mannequin
That life insurance was
To help you live
Not to paint a public picture of my death
As the possible second wives
Hug you leaving traces of perfume
They do the math of what I may have left
Damn it, if you had listened
Only friends would be here
Saying farewell to my ashes
