Funerals,Court Dates, Suits, and Ties

Macalister Bali
Mar 19, 2025
1 min read

Updated: May 18

Remember when life was Funerals, court dates, suits, and ties, Heavy clouds hanging in tear soaked skies.

We wore grief like armor, love like disguise, Treading waters where dreams capsized.

The world spun sharp, like broken glass, Every step forward, shadows would amass.

But through the cracks, the light would pry, Whispering softly,

“This isn’t goodbye.”

Now we stand where the rubble clears, Carrying the weight of those old years.

Turning suits to scars, ties to wings From ashes, we build. From silence, we sing.

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