I observed, out of my eye's corner,
The ice in my sister melt
The frozen droplets fell, silently
Saw my uncle commemorate the era
Head hung low, his usually cheerful self evaporated.
A shoulder fitted my brother's melancholy soul
It had hit him suddenly
And forcefully.
My mum drifts through the motions
Of which I can see acutely.

And before me they transition
The reunited twisting in circles aloft the land
A perfected waltz only some see
Perfected for those who deem it to be.

So I admire this couple turning blissfully,
And the heavens do not rain down on me.

The embers left behind
Spring forth new life
In the summer sun
Opening the flowers
To full bloom
And the people mourn, thinking it's too soon.