Not Much Left To Say

Very rough draft. Just the foundation for an idea, it's not pretty yet ;(

Not much left to say

Mom,
Shed all the tears
You had me cry
Gallons on gallons
Over the moss growing on my tombstone
And wonder what you did wrong
You won’t have my pity
My brothers,
I’m sorry to leave you this way
I know you’ll all cry
It's hard to die
If you're smiling
Tugging at my arms
Asking me all sorts of questions
Grow without me
My friends,
I’ve no words
We were never connected
Feel no regret,
Just cringe at this terrible goodbye
But the skies were awful blue
around you
My teammates,
I’ll leave you with only kind words
I know none of you
Not enough to leave you a burden
Get good at tennis
See to it as a dying wish
My band,
It killed me to see you all grow
With your sweet sounds of music and laughter
I was terribly jealous
And too depressed for rehearsals
Marching with you was a mistake I don’t regret
I’ve not much left to say
I’m no Sylvia Plath
This is no graceful goodbye
I should not be sorry for retiring to the dirt
But for this terrible poem I leave behind