Here I stand,
Wrapped in dark cloth.
Time slipping slowly,
Heads bowing lowly.

Hearts in a toll.

I cannot recall,
Words spoken,
From ones
That ‘all will be well’.

Heaven has a place for you,
But this feels like hell.

Music plays low,
My brows furrow ,
For I cannot glimpse
At the doll who lays low.

At the edge of my feet,
I stand in defeat.

For you were my one,
But alas,
The light has come.
The angels have sung,
And have summoned you home.

My darling,
Sleep tight,
As this day
Has turned into night.

And now your soul shall roam.