I knew time stood still but it flew faster away and off into the wide of that terrible day.
At the graveside they cried and I watched as
they left,
bereft and bemused,confused by the sounds that came silently to me and observing surroundings so new, and so clearly my focus became

Someone called me by name,someone stood in the doorway framed by the light which shone as bright as the sun,and to look back on it all just did not occur to me,as time flew it freed me into that which could not bleed me any more.

In the door was my loved ones,memories gone and not gone and I found they live on,and this terrible day did not seem so sad.
Though I lost I didn't lose,to choose and not be chosen when the warm blood stops flowing like the ice bound we are frozen
and yet we are freed.

At the graveside they needed some solace
I can't turn back to face them and so I place them in a memory,knowing they will remember me and I will live on.
At the wake they raise a glass and the sadness, it will pass as all things we know will,
for each and everyone time eventually stands still and flies so quickly away.