Erin Cowart

The Day After

The day after I die
The sun will rise
And you must let it

Though the desire may be to weep
And pull the shades low
And wear black sack cloth

The day after I die
The birds will sing
And you must sing with them

Though the song be short
And the words stick in your throat
And taste like ashes

The day after I die
The breeze will blow
And you must move with it

Though it be howling all around you
And sucking the breath from your lungs
And drying the inside of your mouth

The day after I die
The world will turn
And you must let it

Sunrises, Sunsets
Sad songs, happy songs
Gentle winds and gale force warnings
The world will turn
And so will you

Topic(s) of this poem: grief , life and death

Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2020

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  • Hannatu AdamuHannatu Adamu (9/10/2020 9:56:00 PM)

    Absolutely relatable!

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