I am sorry for your loss, they say,
Not comprehending that it is more than a loss,
It is a removal.
Let me know if you need me, they say,
When they would have nothing to do with you and would speak ill of you otherwise.

Would it be ok if we did this or tell so and so?
As if they suddenly care for your opinion,
A video call from the morgue, a phone call expressing their grief while you are trying to keep your head above water,
Coming 45 minutes late to a funeral when the casket has been cremated,
And expecting us to engage in jovial conversation.

Dumping all of their energy onto you when you are trying to get through the day,
As if you haven’t just had a punch to the gut,
I am sorry for your loss, and my condolences.
Two separate phrases that mean nothing and everything at the same time,
Sympathy is coming in from those who would be the first to stab you in the back.

I am sorry for your loss, and my condolences.
Kind words that mask your true intentions and your venom.
I am keeping you in my prayers, as if god is listening to you on your purported hotline with Him.

They were always in my prayers, so this was your work?
I made sure to always thank the almighty for their presence, so you are claiming responsibility?
Oh, I am so grateful to have people like you, because at least I know who you are.

Keep in touch, you say, but I say our business is done.