Cremation

I killed myself in the winter
left no hints
for those prying eyes
the day so cold
our thoughts just froze
only the immolation
of my cremation
could thaw
people questioned
screamed
angry
their time
invested in me
lost

am i better off
scoffing from under your feet
i'll follow you to the ends of your room
no more
why so boring?
I'm dead, ashes in the shed
too early to wed