At the end of a life,
Those left continue on,
You are boiled down to paperwork,
And everything you had is gone.
***
When I see Esq,
It all comes back home,
The pain of loosing you,
And that I must carry on.
***
A salutation Esq,
Turns you to numbers,
Boils away the person you are,
And brings back the pain again.

©The Pesky Poet

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