Rest in Peace

Once we were friends. Lovers, even.
Then you went to another place, and started a new life
You met another and became someone else. Now you tell me that you love me, even while promising another
You say one thing, and you mean another.
You say one thing, and you act another
I hear things from you, that I know are not true.
You have become another. Whom I do not know.
An unpleasant change.

For this reason, it is best that you die.

To my mind, you will exist no more, except as a memory.
In the privacy of my room, I will weep for sorrow at the loss of a dear friend
I will wear black, for seven days
I will pray to the Lord on your behalf. That he forgive you, and comfort me, the one you left behind.
Because, to my mind, you are dead. And gone forever.

I will preserve the good memories I have of you. But I will not form new ones.
I will hardly speak of you, for the pain. But when I do, it will only be the good things. For one must not speak bad about the dead.
I will pack your things away. Remove things that remind me of you.

For you are dead, and gone, to my mind.