Our Funeral

The silence is surreal.

Sound has frozen
in time,

And the very day

Has
stopped breathing

In a tribute to
you.

Hard to
believe

That around the
world

Lovers are meeting,

Making
love as I bury it,

Disregarding my
sadness.

Yesterday,

When
I too was a lover,

My heart cried out with
pleasure

With no thought for the
anguish

It knows
now.

For there is no comfort in
death

When life is worth living.

We
had everything

And nothing.

Love is
a fragile thing.