funeral

I sat on the pew
I watched them go by
I saw the tears
In their eye.
 
I sat there quietly
Dressed in mourning
Smiles weren't happy
This sad morning.
 
I saw him hobble
On his cane
I wondered how
He was sane.
 
He rested a hand
On her head
"I love you,"
Is what he said.
 
I cried then
I cried hard
My tears as sharp
As a shard.
 
Glassy drops
Fell on my lace
Dripping off
My downed face.
 
I don't cry much
But when I do
It's another's pain
That pushes it through.
 
I feel empty
There's no one here
No one to turn
A listening ear.
 
Words aren't enough
To ease it away
I don't know
What else to say.

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