The Invisible Woman
Here lies the invisible woman
Her name is Ms. Understud
Meaningless words in eulogies spoken
Her soul has escaped to all that is good.
Viewing and mourning. Each viewer and mourner
A stranger, who didn’t even know her.
A closed casket. Solitude
Finally, the peace she craved for
A fortunate vicissitude
Death means life on the other shore.
A friend speaks, then a lover and yet another
Their words stand in stark contrast to each other.
A litany of personalities did she host
Each guest mourns a different woman
She lived once but many lives; Now they toast
a confused speech and her funeral is done.
Maybe she lived in parts and each of you
Is left with the burden of a single part of her
A puzzle for many and puzzled by few
She lives in divided memories forever.