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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