To Bury a Loved One


Staring at screaming screen
a straight line leaves us jagged;
we huddle together and
lean on each other for comfort.

We collect our belongings
left on uncomfortable chairs,
our thoughts stay scattered
as we make sense of loss.

We reflect on our own lives
as if every memory was
a heartbeat echoing
through the halls of time.

Now to think of a future
without a familiar face,
family reunions now
missing a particular laugh.

Then onto trivial decisions:
we need to plan a funeral,
order flower bouquets,
choose a grave site.

Life goes on for those
who have been left behind;
we will move forward,
but never will you be forgotten.

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