Funeral

The Funeral
A monochromatic gathering, all in black; not just the apparel but also at heart. 

The woman they knew, they loved, they admired;

is gone but in mortality alone.

Hitherto a soul confined to a body, now she exists as much more;

in laughters, in tears, in photographs and countless memories of yore.  

She departed through with and along a pyre, an urn and the blazing fire.

The significance of her departure seemed conveniently oblivious 

to those who knew her not as the branch of a river or the wind in the sail-

which was but all she was.

As mere words were uttered but ignored by many ears;

as sobs were followed by salty, grief filled tears;

as the sky was blue, above her, awaiting and

the smoke was there, dispersing the sorrow;

as so much is happening for not whom she is but for whom she was;

she gave them more to remember than to ask for;

she left them all- she went alone, alone she went, the wretched lass.