Lessons from a dead man

Lessons from a dead man
his silence speaks to me
i couldn't have learned more from the living
his absence of soul makes mine half as whole
 
Here you are their last words
Like a heroine in some a victorian novel
Some martyr for a cause you cannot shake
In disbelief you file your thoughts to some unsought place 
and pack their things away 
 
Ands it's dim in the dying
Every word needs its note to pair
A final poetry
Just casual conversation
Soon you'll be gone 
The turn doesn’t take very long
 
you're the last voice they hear
you're the last touch they feel
and your mind drifts to the body of someone
you're told you can't heal
A coping mechanism
so nothing is ever real someone
you're told you can't heal
A coping mechanism
so nothing is ever real