November 29, 2025
The Funeral
There was no coffin wherein laid the lifeless love,
Nor was the blind drawn with a show of grief,
Neither the attire portrayed a story of sorrow in black,
The mantel held no wreath of prayer for love’s soul.
The room was bright with laughter soft and sweet,
Yet love had fled leaving echoes incomplete.
As though life itself begged to believe the pretense-
A cold stare that mimicked a love that no longer breathed.
It was a funeral shrouded in celebration of love,
A life long dead yet no death dare knock,
It was to life a fake show of love and care,
A casket sealed and love laid buried in it.