I will write your obituary
I will whether you like it or not
I will talk about you like you are still here till you’re not then i will talk about you like a noble soldier
I will spend every night at your grave till we have seen every star in the whole galaxy then I will till every planet disappears
I will scream everything about you till lose my voice then I will type everything I know about you
I will cry till my eyes are bleeding and then till I lose them
I will write your obituary till my fingers bleed then I will type it with a blood sooked typewriter
I will write your obituary just not now
I will not write your obituary till I have held your cold dead hands or clipped every newspaper with your name or photo in it
I will be re-writing your name till everyone knows that your name
your true real name is RayRay my RayRay the RayRay that held me when I asked
The RayRay that told me I was safe in your arms
The RayRay that looked at me and told me that I'm your beautiful SON your BOY your little MAN your HE/HIM
I will always see you as my perfectly imperfect MOTHER my PARENT my ENBY my THEY/THEM
this poem was inspired by Nora Coopers "i won't write your obituary"
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