Crossing The Bridge/ At The Rest Room Poem by Sheena Blackhall

You crossed the bridge too soon
Who would have thought one room
Could hold such pain?

The coffin sits full, but empty
Such silence, such terrible silence
We sit, one living, one dead
So near. Never so far apart
The roof is drummed by the rain

Funeral roses drop their petals like tears
Plenty of time ahead for the sorrowing years
To circle like dogs, with their
Should haves, could haves, didn't

Nothing can hurt you now
You're beyond all that
Every time you stood up
Life knocked you flat

Not just a hurried wave, or a passing mention
For once, belovèd, you warrant our full attention

Who would have thought one room
Could hold such pain?
The world for others goes racing on apace
My world without you will not be the same again