Song For A Funeral
I know the song that I’ll play at your funeral
I heard it on my walk home today
It had the sounds of a simple guitar
The sort of thing I could play if I tried
But the words summed up everything I felt about you
The humdrum, the everyday, the sight of your hair askew in the morning
The nights of making love, the words we wrote together, the hands we held.
We’ve been together for two years
And yesterday we went to my grandmother’s funeral
Did you think of my death when we first fell in love?
I know I thought of your face
And what it would look like in forty years
Maybe it’s not romantic to say
It’s hard to think of you growing old
Of your eyesight going – maybe I’ll make fun of you for that like I make fun of you now
Of your hands becoming soft and wrinkled – and I’ll play with the veins
Like I did to my parent’s older friends when I was a kid
Will you still touch me with those hands?
It’s hard to think of living on after you
That you’ll let me go first.