What should I do with everything I had for you?

I was thinking about that, just as I'm standing in front of the coffin, at a funeral where I'm the only person in attendance.

The coffin is open and I don't go to look, I know very well what is in there.

The truth is that there is a funeral, but I don't feel sad, that is; Of course it affects me, but I understand that now peace is there, it has arrived.

It may sound cruel, but it was the best thing to stop that suffering that was suffered constantly, until the last breath that was left.

Standing, as I said above; in front of the coffin, but without wanting to say goodbye, and not because I can't, I just don't want to, I already did it a long time ago.

I listen to the requiem, it plays in the background, the requiem for something that is no longer there, that no longer exists.

It's time, I know what I'll do with everything I had for you, I decide to look; I release all that, let it go too, it's the most fair thing.

I won't wait for the coffin to come down, what for?

Even if they came out of it more alive than ever; for me, all those feelings are dead.

Dead long before the requiem was sounded.