It is cold, again.
Has been so since Saturday.
Sunday, I went to a funeral:
Jimmy Mac,
he was a lovely man,
who died in his sleep from having lived.
A woman with red eyes,
tears running down her cheeks,
gave me a white rose
to place gently on his coffin.
Later, we hugged each other,
which is when she shook and sobbed.
Then we parted, went our separate ways.
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