Death of a Friendship

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to see the death of a friendship, instead of the forging of stronger bonds. We stand before the box to put nails into the coffin of love. We face the grave, to throw dirt, and to spit in the face of sacrifice.

I sit with tears in my eyes (a wonder for me) before the grave of the most important thing in our lives, as we repeat, “Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust”.

I whisper on my own, “A cord of love is broken, as tiny strings unravel.”

Now fill the grave with our agony please.

August 17, 2011.

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