If you die, I will let you be dead.
I will not try to resurrect your memory
Eulogise your accolades
So they forget you were a person.
Who cannot be summarised by anecdotes,
By stories that make you seem
Happier than you were.
Because you had bad days too
That got the best of you, it seems.
I will not speak ill of the dead
But I will not deify the dead either.
Because we both know
You chose this.
And there was nothing I could have done
To divert the path you chose.
So I will respect you.
And I will always love you.
The way the living love the dead.
When you die, I will let you be dead.