Script

Even if in broad daylight
    my deep secrets I share --
A page from life's open book
       reads better still
         in its darkest chambers.

So,
murmur through, 

if you can,
     the washed scribblings
     on these naked, distressed walls.
When the last word
     fades into oblivion,
     and the last teardrop
          wipes out the first beam,
     know it's a eulogy
       you finished reciting,
           from my epitaph!