The Funeral
When she's is gone, she is gone, there's no coming back
How could he give and take like that?
Her face will turn cold,
And her hand invisible.
Will you touch her out of shock, and almost
complete misery?
It hasn't registered yet what seeing her now means
never seeing her again.
Saying goodbye, kiss her goodnight.
No, No, No, no, no, no,
You don't think on it one second,
to see that hurt face you scrabble down the road.
How dare she make you feel so small?
How was I to stand it?
To look in her young one's eyes and see, what?
Confusion? Pain? Innocence? Or numbness?
How horrible, how tangible the air felt.
So moist, with the wailing of their chants.
I would regret not kissing her cheek.
Poor babies, poor mommy, poor Hermione.
Her cage was open and body was still,
Oh! How I wish they slam it shut!
Where to blame? Not you! No where.
It is her own to blame. My best friend,
Hermione.