I arrive a few years late for my funeral, instantly I look them in the eyes (family) as I begin searching for any remainders of tears but the dryness in their eyes makes me wonder, did they ever cry for my loss or not?

I followed their conversation closely not even by mistake did their lips utter my name, have they forgotten me already? that's my lifetime savings they are roasting on a braai stand, the same goes to the cola and beer in their cooler boxes it's all mine,

now a total stranger is living in my house, driving my cars and sleeping on my bed with my wife, my own daughter now calls him dad, It really didn't take long for them to have me replaced.

I heard at her whispers all the sweetest words to him, how he makes her feel what no one else ever did, preaching her love for him in an exact manner she did when I held her tightly, somehow am wishing it's me in and not him that she is hugging and kissing.

he is doing everything I didn't do with them,...