By Katianna
I watched as something died today,
As they laid your casket in the ground.
The mortal coil had grown too much for you,
And those left behind are lost and alone.
My heart quailed inside my chest,
As I think back to that touch, that smile.
All that's remembered of it now,
Is the pain in the brown eyes left behind.
They do not weep for you yet,
But I know in time the tears will come.
Storm clouds gather in those eyes,
And such pressure must be released,
There may be violence this night,
When those clouds finally break.
Or maybe simple tears alone,
With nothing but memories to keep company.
I will seek her out for you and offer comfort,
A shoulder, to cry upon or to expel anger,
Or simply an open ear to listen
Which? I mind not this day.
For your loss has hit her harder than I,
And I despair that there is nothing I can do to change this.
Maybe, maybe today I will tell her of that smile, that touch
And hope that in that simple memory, she can find solace.
For there has been too much death this day,
And death is something I grow weary of.
Maybe, despite your absence this day and the next,
Something within us all can still live.