Alone

[Biggus]

Tears stung her eyes
And her voice cracked
As she remembered
Her loss hung heavy
Since he, what?
Even now she can’t say it
Could not utter the word
Euphemisms fill her head
Crossed over, left the world,
Gone to a better place
He’s in the next room
Passed away
Other people can say dead
But she cannot
Seven years have passed
Since it happened, her loss
And she lost so much
A husband, lover, friend
Partner, confident
Soul mate
And even now it hurt
Though the wound
Is an old one
It is still unhealed
Still vivid red, angry
Time is a great healer
They said to help her
To comfort her
But she thinks they lied

[Pendragon]

A great poem. I often call a wake "hypocrite night" myself when people who never cared about the person in life bewail them in death. Reminds me of paid profession mourners. The whole poem is very beautiful.

Pen

[pussnboots]

real nice poem Biggus.

[Biggus]

thank you both