Funeral Procession of the Stars

I will not grieve anymore
you say
with a smile

You sigh as if trembling
and say
I will not
grieve anymore

What should I have done
you ask
surely no one knows
No matter how many tens of thousands of times
I repeat the question
surely
I will never find the right answer

If there is anything I can do
it is to
gently hold you
who stubbornly insist
that you will not grieve
with these arms that cannot reach you

I will not grieve anymore
you say
with a smile
and I will gently
see off
your invisible tears