Midnight Funeral Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Midnight funeral, feelings of death touching me deeply
with sorrow, wanting to let go, following you onto
another horizon where your life exists now.

Flowers now dying on your grave, empty, void of people,
wind blowing, scattering leaves and scraps of paper,
some getting caught on headstones.

Reminders of life still being lived by many others,
here alone, feeling your loss so intensely, heart beat-
ing, feeling so heavy inside by being.

Broken pieces of our love stabbing my mind full of
memories, oozing slowly out, and into my heart, burn-
ing like salt being poured upon an open wound.

Eyes filling and being emptied of tears through long
moments of despair, hungry for your love once more,
knowing it will never be again on this earth.