Writing a eulogy


I am a chapter in somebody’s life, a chapter now closed, as life moved on

I was not the end of the book, I was a few pages, name spattered here and there

Now, new pages will appear and I won’t be there

My name, left behind in the pages that will turn yellow with time

For those crinkly, old, yellow pages, I will write a eulogy

For with time, they will fade too, blow away like wind blows away the dust

The eulogy will be to remember the pages, to remember that I once belonged in somebody’s book

That I had a purpose, and I had an effect, and now I am a nameless face

Reduced to a word of the past.

Writing a eulogy is hard, and despite my words, I have none that do justice

For what is in my mind.

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