bile rising to the surface
saline chasing its gravity
sweat dampens my clothes
arms pat rounded shoulders,
wrap around my fleshy bones
squeeze tight and my rib aches
blurs of red eyes dabbing
white tissues leaving dust
black lines streaking faces
handshakes and apologies
introductions and memories
cold in life, cold with death
prayers, sermons...verses
"if He were home, He wouldn't
have let a thief in...to steal her
away"
...if the doctor actually listened
we wouldn't be in a funeral home today
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