there s no stone to lay the flowers down beside no mention in the paper though something clearly died no gathering for family and friends to eulogize it s a death without a funeral there s no book to sign for people filing in no table full of pictures where they d say remember when no song is sung about how all good things come to an end it s a death without a funeral when you see me i m still breathing though a million things have died inside of me but there s no healing without grieving no wonder why it s hard to rest in peace when there s nothing we can bury in the dirt no place to lay the memory of all the things that were no way to feel the closure no ending to the hurt it s a death without a funeral when you see me i m still breathing though a million things have died inside of me but there s no healing without grieving no wonder why it s hard to rest in peace one apple hadn t fallen with the leaves as i reached up i remembered how we both planted that tree with one bite i was surprised to find the fruit was still so sweet