Walk to the funeral home

I woke up this one morning and I was having my cigarette and glass of whiskey

From the balcony I am watching a coffin at the funeral home next door

We both laugh

What a vivid imagery, you said

If only it was raining, I said

You laughed and I swear the sun got warmer

I was heartbroken back then, I said

We walked

And for a moment I knew that once you leave

I won’t wish for days like this imbued with laughter

Once you leave

I’ll wish for whiskey and a job

At the funeral home next door.