This is what you missed, god
when you were dead:
the sun kept rising
and we kept on living.
When you were dead, god
we picked up the pieces of our life
and the remnants of yours
we found each other
and together we honoured the memory of you
and we did what we needed to do
to let you go.
So while we celebrate your resurrection
can you understand why we are so afraid of it?
and why it’s so hard to let you
back into the parts of our lives
that were existing just fine without you?
We kept living when you died, god,
but don’t make us do that again.