Such an irony, to pick this place, where we’d begun, for a funeral, for you…
The funeral, at the place we first met, is this, a CRUEL joke you have for me? Losing you was, hard enough, and yet, you’d planned your funeral at the place we first met, the place where the memories of us first got started! Are you F***ING shitting me here…
The funeral, at the place we first met, the date had arrived, and, I’d walked, all the way, up to the front door of that small bistro, and, I just, couldn’t, bring my hand up to the door, and push inward. The funeral, at the place we first met, are you serious? Is this, a CRUEL joke that I’m not getting! Because although I CAN see the irony, but, I’m still NOT laughing!
The funeral, at the place we first met, because I want you, to remember how it was when we first met, that rainy day, that you can in, all drenched, and, the rain from your coat dripped all over my plate, and that, is how I wanted to be remembered, by you, after I’m gone, so, that, was why I’d planned my funeral, at the place, we first met, and this time, you won’t be surrounded by unknown strangers, the other guests dining at the restaurant, but, all of our friends, families, and loved ones………
Life, the Obstacle Course 