My Heart Aches
A brief poem
My heart aches for an empty funeral, a life ended without any movement. No ripple effect of bowed heads, soft weeping echoing against the back wall of a stone church. No hats removed or prayers shared in whisper, that their existence can be mourned and remembered. Only the brace of a new space in the ground amongst headstones scattered with flowers and flattened grass. If they had thought of the day they very well may have imagined what we would. A sea of black coats failing to warm the bodies stood under a cloudy grey sky. But the heart would descend still full, goodbyes breaking like fireworks in the air.
Were they just unlucky enough to be the last one standing. Waiting for their turn to be born back into a world where love will finally be there again to greet them. I hope so.
