A frame dating back
The nostalgic feeling of a former home
How we all stood and watched
How we all wondered how it happened

Why does it hurt again?

The three offsprings looking down
In the cushioned box whence she laid
Tears, free flowing
Mouths agape, a child cries
Its the end of the road Ma,
Pray under the bossom of the Lord
You Rest.

This is what it feels like.

Scorching summer day, windows down, music blasting.
You never wore your seatbelt,
Hair always whipped around in the wind,
Teeth always reflecting off the hot summer sun.
You were always wild.
Never following rules,
Always bending them,
Always till they broke.

I admired that about you, I could never be like that.

This is what it feels like.

Fast cars in cool summer nights.
Breeze caressing our faces like a
Lost lover coming back after a long winter.

This is what it feels like.

Tires gliding on pavement.
Feeling joy kissed
And eager to be young.

This is what it feels like.

Bright lights flashing,
Horns blaring,
Tire skids.
A pain so sharp and swift like the crack of a whip.
Glass popping,
Seatbelt burns.

Black.

This is what it feels like.

"Accident on highway 610."
Static.
"One casualty. Female."

Static.

This is what it feels like.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of..."

This is what it feels like.

Mourning love and loss.

This is what it feels like.

I know heaven would treat her well.
I can only imagine it smells like lavender and
The lights are so bright,
Yet  so soft it makes you feel like
You're in a dream world.

I miss you.

But I know sometimes when it rains and the
Clouds part open in the most curious of ways
When the sun shines through the breaks,
It's you telling me you're alright.

I know now there's no fear of bright headlights,
Only a captivating eternal glow
Captured in the lens of forever.

And I imagine when the rain is warm and rolls off of my arms

That if you touched me,

This is what it'd feel like.

We can’t imagine that you’re gone
Even though it’s true
There is so much of us you left behind
The part that loves you
We didn’t want to see your tombstone
Because then we would know
We want to believe you’re part of this world
It needs your seeds to grow
You showed us a way to live freely
With love and strength
You were pollen and bees in the wind
A garden of depth and length
Your light was warm and inspiring
A symphony day or night
Flowers and tides drawn to celestial bodies
Music swaying in our sight
We walk the streets you once shadowed
With lightness and humility
You never once assumed your worth
Now we cry for your dignity
We hope you can our veiled minds
We live in mourning
But yes we will laugh once again
That was your calling
Not to make light of the horror of life
For still you wept alone
But instead to light the human spirit
For a world we can call home

My love,
You’ve wandered astray
Shortly after May.
Would you agree, love?

We share a mind,
But you’re so far away.
Please return and play
Unlike humankind.

No one can separate us
In lining of silver and gray
Traveling on our sleigh
Likely being a klutz

Finishing each other’s thoughts;
Leading others astray
From our right of way.
Let’s finally take some shots.

Drunken at the bar,
Standing and beginning to sway
While having a delightful day
We shine like a star.

Jumping into bed,
Giving ourselves leeway
For tomorrow’s day,
Along with its dread.

When worldly time for me has ceased,
No more to breath God's air,
Lay me to rest in Nature's palm,
In solemn, silent prayer.

Scatter my ashes in a leafy place,
Where I can rest content,
Where creatures wail my eulogy,
And birds sing my lament.

To sleep with folded wild flowers,
Beneath lush woodland trees,
And wake with yawning blossoms,
Stirred by the morning bees.

Fling my dust where fairies dance,
Lit by a moonlight beam,
Along the track that I oft' strolled,
In earshot of the stream.

Within the throb of Nature's pulse,
As I close o'er life's pages,
Sheltered from the Summer sun,
And safe from Winter's rages.

'Tis there that I shall be at home,
My earthly toils remiss,
Forever facing wondrous skies,
In pure eternal bliss.

For the first time death occured
and I wasn't affected by it.
Maybe it's because I didn't know you personally,
maybe because it was expected,
you were sick, terminally.
I hope you had a great life. Rip. Eternally.

A lowly man lays cold and dead,
lying upon an earthly bed,

A man whose legends were engraved in stone,
his ramshackle chair faintly resembling his rightful throne,
and now all that remains is dust and a pile of brittle bones,

Watch as the elements whittle his legacy away,
a sight as haunting as the lapse of December and May,
How the words fade with each passing day.
As the earth consumes, leaving the man to rot and decay.

His legacy, threatened by the cruel earth,
for ruthless time will inevitably destroy the man's worth,
The man's years and deeds bound to be undone,
by the descent of the mourning sun.

The menacing earth grasping the last of his warmth.
I peered back,
and saw a man,
lying peacefully upon his earthly bed.
Here lies a man, cold and dead ...