(A note- the title is my favorite metaphor ever.)

Dearly beloved, we gather
At the street sign between Lather and Middleman Ave
We bring with us totes of sadness
And memories filled with gladness of the friend we loved so
She was my dear friend Melancholy

No, she didn't do this herself
Wrong place, wrong time for our dear lost friend
Walking that late night road solo
Home was all she wanted to know as destination
Planned was not the death of our dear friend Melancholy

Her heart was pure as her eyes
Her gaze found often the lies she so aptly evaded
That beautiful smile she gave
It lifted my spirits more than just any other wave
So with this heavy heart, I carry the coffin of Melancholy

Her days cut away now
My eyes cry for her but allow some glee
For though this day bring sadness
My memories last, yes
Memories with me and dear friend Melancholy

Her body now buried
By the spot where a life was unfairly ended
The driver saw her not
Though he rot in prison, he knows not his crime
He robbed me and my life of my dear friend Melancholy

Her life not forgotten
Those lessons she brought into my mind
To love while living
To cherish what you have, for you have it always
Like the memory of dear friend Melancholy