Funeral

I'm in the strangest mood. 
I can't quite work out why. 
I've nearly got all of my dreams. 
All those I love by my side. 

I sat in a church today. 
First time I've done that in years. 
And though the guest of honour was no friend of mine, 
Something moved me to tears. 

Dressed in black, to match my mood, 
I heard something that stung. 
And while I sat and pondered those words, 
The alarm bell inside my head rung. 

"he's right, you know" said the voice in my mind. 
As a tear rolled down my cheek. 
"you can't afford to mess this up, 
This time round, don't be weak."

Something could happen to me tomorrow. 
And I wondered who would sit in black, like me. 
Then I knew, I have everything. 
There's nothing I want or need. 

Tired clichés littered his speech, 
And they all resonated inside.
"do unto others", "live each day to the full" 
"never let go of your pride" 

The last thing the speaker said,
Pierced right through my heart. 
"if you really care for someone, 
Let them know right from the start"

"it may be too late otherwise, 
You'll never get to say goodbye. 
Never regret anything that you've done, 
Because it's exactly what you wanted at the time."

So this is me letting you know, 
Though you'll never read my words. 
I'll never hurt you, never sit idly by, while someone else does the same. 
You'll never feel unloved, never feel alone, you'll never be to blame.