The Beautiful Departed

A conversation with a close friend and the reaction to it.

You've been a ghost to me
these past months.
Your full faced grin, now nothing
but a fading memory.

When you said we need to talk,
that grin was absent,
replaced by a grim calmness,
the serenity of a gravedigger.

My eulogy was born of friendship,
and met with the silence of the dead.
I wish I could touch you, tell you-
but, my beautiful departed, you are far beyond my grasp.