Don't Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

Don't sit there and weep.
I don't sit in the ground asleep.
I already did my blow,
so don't put your face in the snow.
Stop staring at those grains,
I'm not in there. Stop watching the rain,
I don't live there anymore. I no longer go hush,
when the moon is out. I'm not the rush,
of sunlight. I'm not the bright star,
I don't shine at night. Stop your crying,
I didn't die.
You knew me in the past.
I don't live there anymore.
So to you, I don't exist anymore.
That girl did die, a long time ago.