after the funeral

the funeral is over,

and everyone has gone home.

it’s just me and my thoughts now,

and i’m sitting here alone.

the house seems so quiet,

and i’m not sure what to do.

i can’t remember how i lived.

surely i didn't, without you

maybe i should just stop thinking.

and rock myself to sleep.

i’ll crawl beneath my covers,

and allow myself to weep.

tomorrow is a new day,

the first of many i might face

without you here beside me,

without your strength, your wit, your grace.

i’ll try to carry on in joy

or at least i’ll try to exist.

until the day you reach for me,

and guide me into death’s mist.

Author Notes: the same person helped me write this, but she won't let me say who she is

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