Dead to Me

After the funeral
When everyone has gone away
People expect you to get better
They expect you to move on,
They want you to grieve
To cry
To hurt
To keep living
And move on to new love,
Their expectations are just
Society’s socially constructed
Synthetic sympathy,
I am going to cry
But on my own terms,
I am going to grieve
But you needn’t know,
You know nothing of
My pain
My sorrow
I’m sorry I feel too much
Care too much,
My condolences to you
Your feelings have died
But mine are alive