I saw a funeral today.
Passing cars,
Flashers flashing,
The crying of passengers,
Pulled over cars in the small county of dwindling residents born here.
I wonder,
Oh I wonder,
Does the widow cry at night?
Does the husband mourn?
When did they pass?
The train of cars became too long,
A loved member of that family.
Did they say goodbye?
Can I say goodbye?
Kissing the window to send my love to your deceased,
I pray your heart isn't so heavy and your knees aren't too weak.
I hope your love for them was strong,
I hope their smile was amazing,
For I do not know how to grieve so when I say,
"It's going to be okay,"
I mean it.
I do not know how to grieve.
I speak of a heart wrenching pain so strong,
Numbness has washed over me.
My empathy,
My love,
Goes to you.
Entrust in it, cherish it, grow from it.
My condolences.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
I saw a funeral today.
Passing cars,
Flashers flashing,
The crying of passengers,
Pulled over cars in the small county of dwindling residents born here.
I wonder,
Oh I wonder,
Does the widow cry at night?
Does the husband mourn?
When did they pass?
The train of cars became too long,
A loved member of that family.
Did they say goodbye?
Can I say goodbye?
Kissing the window to send my love to your deceased,
I pray your heart isn't so heavy and your knees aren't too weak.
I hope your love for them was strong,
I hope their smile was amazing,
For I do not know how to grieve so when I say,
"It's going to be okay,"
I mean it.
I do not know how to grieve.
I speak of a heart wrenching pain so strong,
Numbness has washed over me.
My empathy,
My love,
Goes to you.
Entrust in it, cherish it, grow from it.
My condolences.
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