To Him

So it was I that found him
And you the bereaved taken advantage of
By funeral directors
Coffins categorized
grateful son; loving daughter
dark wood .light wood. shiny or not?
and you wondering where you fit in
and what sort of box would befit unexpressed love or loss
What happens to the ungrateful urchin?
Death at the computer
Not in cyberspace
He was playing pinball
Tilt
And no goodbyes