As you lie there, the undertaker removes me from you. Your sweat, your smell pervades me. The undertaker places me by your side for now. I am shocked to find that you are leaving without me. He puts some others made of hemp on you and starts to comb your thick hair. I lie next to you still, but I cannot touch or hold you, I feel powerless without you. Your body is still there, lying in this room, yet I feel like I have lost it already. I don’t have your shape anymore, and you, not mine. The undertaker wipes your face with a soft gauze cloth. You used to use me like that. You didn’t mind my slight roughness. I sometimes felt you even welcomed it. I don’t remember much of what I was before we met. Surely, I had a past though, don’t we all? Do you know where you are going now, without me? Do you know what you are going to be, without me? Will you leave your body just as you left me? Now I know that I am only a reminder of what you were. I wait as you prepare to leave, leave this life without me. The undertaker finally takes me somewhat gently on his arm. We head towards the fire burning hot, I know my fate. I am about to disappear. In the flame, is that you I see? Are you there too? Might we meet again somewhere, sometime? Would you have use for me?
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