With him they buried my will to live and my world became just as black as if I were in the coffin with him.
The Unlucky One
One person stays behind when it's over.
Every bitter feeling that has ever existed, rising to the surface and bubbling over in your mind until you are eaten away with pure remorse
Packed to the brim with mummers of, "did he know how much he was loved?" whispered from the tongues of frauds.
Rows of sadness
People sitting and crying for someone that used to be there to love them
The day the the rain felt like the sky's tears.
What she would have wanted.
If we closed our eyes and held hands tight we could imagine that instead of the sterile room with hard backed chairs, instead of the bad makeup and frumpy dress, instead of the generic brown casket and slide show we were all sitting on the shore, the long boat drifting away, the fire catching, the Viking drums beating like the heartbeat of the world.
One Last Touch
A place where the living go to weep out their denial and bring back their dead....
You stare at the cold lifeless body,
The vivid lost memories replay in your mind over and over like a broken stereo,
The discomforting silence in the room reminds you everybody is going thew it, the endless cycle of grief and recovery.