why

Why, you brute
why you did leave me?
like soul from the body…

didn’t you know
that the rest is preconditioned –
a meaningless repetition.

mourning sans emotions
wreathes of dead flowers
words of praise,
which has never been showered
when alive..

and the final journey,
stinking prayers,
the unbearable stench of incense,
and the suffocating space finally allowed.

oh why,
why did you leave me?
why did you leave me, dear friend?