Look upon the dead woman's face
Can you not see the empty space?
Deeds left undone and words not said
For sure will fill it now she's dead
Whilst she yet lived, time and again
You looked on her with such disdain
And disrespect but when she died
Remember how you cried and cried?
Searching through things that she possessed
Your mind it seems is now obsessed
With every word she’d written down
Futilities that made you frown
Worth more now than the rarest stone
Their precious beauty, yours alone
A voice recording once absurd
Is memorised now, every word
Do you recall the funeral?
You were the most upset of all
I saw and as I watched you cry
I struggled with an inward sigh
Tell me, was it your intention
To be the centre of attention?
The face there framed above the shelf
D’you cry for her, or for yourself?