Funeral Eyes And Goodbyes Poem by Ben Partenay

the world's last look
at it all, will not be
the way we tend to
look at something
for the last time

it's always a drawn
out affair, these goodbyes
these hands shaking
other hands grasping
at other hands

where they go you can-
not follow them to that
place in the sky or
down below, tears
can follow a river bed
but you cannot

what was it you were trying
to accomplish with that
kiss of death

when the world ends
there will be a bright flash,
an honest sigh from inside
a blind man seeing light
for the first time