The passing of a loved one makes the body tremble in all sorts of creations.

You sway the tragic shades 
that grace your hair 
fading you devours me

your morning never breaks 
days, they blur black.

You walk in rambling strings
tricked by the wind, 
enslaved by forlorn fears

the sunlight cloaks your skin 
yet, it feels cold.

I saw your heart linger 
in darkened hallways
where rigid faces hang mute,
they lisp oblivion verse

verse wich resonate
loudly in your blood 
but not loud enough for you
for you,

Crows and crowds
walk a grim march 
bells burst 
fierce through my limbs

the atrocity of your wake beats down on me.

A dreadful row of hearts 
bleed unforgiving, 
your grave
it’s drowning me

dirt is pounding while feet shuffle a faltering pace.

I see a glimpse of you 
in the setting sun 
golden hair sways goodbye

I’m holding a phrase 
aging in my lungs 
Until the day comes I release 
the words will flee 
and you’ll be gone.