The body, bereft of life,

Laid out beautifully:

A handkerchief covers the face

Flowers give perfume;

The cross, suspended

In the background,

Lend caution or

Admonition to

The silent mourner.

Questions amass but there are no answers

The soul, gone, cannot turn back

Lost in the wilderness of beyond.

How can life go on while

This silence lingers?

Yet seconds drop, one by one

The hourglass runs out

Time congeals, leaving us

Caught in breathless agony

Until we say goodbye


From Aspects of Attraction


© HMH, 2014








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