Still

it is still.
it met with
death so
slowly,
so gradually, so
barely
noticeably.

fading finally,
out of its
necessary,
right now
existence,
there was
no one to be
left behind.
there was no one
left to touch
this grief.

we are alone.
we have no one,
you know, to share
deep mourning with.

velvet blackness
cloaks the funeral
night, night which
grieves starless.
martysmax martysmax
61-65, F
1 Response Sep 21, 2012

Beautiful. The soft repose of our final sleep. Alone. "No one to share deep mourning with". "Night which grieves starless".
Simply beautiful.

thank you very much!