Even though the clouds
Clouds announcing your arrival
Have disappeared
Have fallen into sullen blues
And the furthest reaches of heaven
I will always feel the storm they brought
The destruction which they wrought

The rain will always put me under

The soil accepts the pain
As way to regeneration
It only stings my skin
While it slowly brings my end
As though the flowers bloom
Im only left to whither further
And each part of hope I held becomes such bitter rot

The rain will always put me under

I only learned of the stars
Because the way in which I saw them
Was something beautiful to you
I only know when it rains
There is no ceiling
Only grey
Only thunderbolts and lightning to change my faith
Into something lesser
I only feel every drop
Because there is no sky at night
I'm only me alone
And you alone

The rain will always put me under

One grave to be opened up.
Two urns to be placed inside.
Three remnants of loved ones to forever rest.

One headstone to be adorned with three inscriptions,
Engraved words on stone as cold as the chills of death;
Names that can't be whispered without feeling the heart ache
With the hollow pit of loss, a black hole of despair.

Two family members following Death in quick succession,
As if they had already decided not to separate from each other.
Yet the comfort those thoughts bring to the living
Fall short, blocked out by the deeply-felt loss.

Three loved ones now eternally together;
Two vulnerable daughters and their ever-loving mother.

The thought of loving

Brings me to you

Who I carry in my pocket

Like a needle

*** could be joyous

Or, anticlimactic   .