Masque

You looked good at the funeral today:
Black suits you well, especially the veil.
As we remembered him, grown wan and pale
From love, and sadness, and rebuked dismay
(You mentioned that you told him he should play
To ease the minutes past), you did not wail
Or argue that our lives might have grown stale.
A silent frown kept such remarks at bay.

I see you understand emotional
Refulgence, brightness stolen as a thief
Takes furniture, and, broken on a reef,
Your boat sinks slowly. It's a notional
Shipwreck, we see you as devotional
Or, failing that, you could just fake the grief.