The Wake
I hear the echoes from voices of the melancholy moan over my still body
Discolored from recent autopsy, agony days ago, the next I’ll be rotting
I stand beside my husband as he stretches his arm to caress my casket
Already a “has been”, he drops 2 distinct roses, the deep hole grasps it
I whisper in his ear, he quickly turns around and walks right through me
I have to get used to this feeling, my beloved not hearing words I breathe
Cemetery Nights
After the pastor phrased his “Amen”, my new bed has been this grave
First few lonely nights are without warm welcome, climate is always rain
Pouring down, slicing me then hit’s the cold soil and worn tombstones
Only 1 day every year will I see my loved one, this is cannot be my home
I’m surrounded by the empty space, yet my new neighbors have departed
to go visit their old residence, a foggy environment isn’t where their heart is
and I sit here year after year.. Pretending not to be disturbed I plan to leave
I wanted to be free, my physical was no longer in charge of outer parts of me
Return Home
I glided a mile and a quarter through the streets ’til I reached my sweet home
Noticing an old blue Chevy in the driveway, my husband must have loaned
The tulips, he must have pulled them up, our lawn now surrounded by daisies
I lean towards the screen door, it still had the tear in it, the wooden door fading
unfamiliar voices I hear, I open the door as it screeched a little girl looked at me
dropped her doll near the fireplace, a thin woman came down the stairs quickly
I moved aside as she closed the door back, and shivered picking up the child
Telling her it’s time to go to bed, I lost focused when the warm air was chilled
she grabbed the child going to the stairs, 2 strangers I follow to the upper floor
Up the steps, still creaking the way I remembered, there I opened the left door
My bedroom was not as I had left it, the bed was replaced with a desk and chair
The nightstand had a tall glass of water, a key chain, a comb with strands of hair
Attached, the lamp was dim and flickered once I got near, radio went outta tune
I wanted it off, in disbelief this isn’t my room, I can’t take sharp stinged perfume
so ignorin my closet, i head towards the bathroom on my right the air is clearer
My blue towels were replaced with striped ones, I glanced in this long mirror
I wanted to tear up, I have not seen the one I loved nor found where I belong
The search was over my reflection was enough, the vacant space is my home
Non-Conclusion
I have no where else to go, the possibilities are slim to none as it was before
Everything that was mine is someone else’s, I made my way to the main door
I glare behind, forgetting one place I thought would always be my household
My memory is the last storage for where my physical could no longer control
But that too, is soon to vanish, I felt so empty, lonely & completely banished
This realm I can’t to handle, but my Heavenly father won’t waive my challenge