tragic relief

Standing side-by-side, their deliciously dressed bodies in crisp, black suits, cast a sorrowful, yet familiar, shadow over me. Unwrapping the special memories once made together, forced a metamorphic phenomenon, turning lying boys into honest men. I could feel their tears collectively slide down my cold, pale flesh but my beatless heart could not break. Tragic relief, I learned in death, felt indifferent, but infinite miles from soullessness.