I sank into my chair as the man on t.v. spoke of a thunderstorm watch.
I wondered about the funeral.
I wondered if the people were running for cover,
or if they let the rain mix with their tears.
I wondered if there were flowers, if they were red.
I wondered if everyone wore black,
or if they decided to break that awful tradition, and instead wore blue.
I wondered if anyone knew I was missing,
I wondered if anyone even cared,
I wondered who attended just to say they did,
and who arrived hours before it started to say one last goodbye.
I let my mind wander, as my tears then mimicked the movements of rain drops.
And my screams matched pitch with the thunder.