After Death/a poem
Time and emptiness are all that remain, as I stare at the sunlight against my window Payne.
Weeks have gone by since you passed away, there are no tears, or word to say.
I search every corner for a shadow or sign; maybe my heart is just too blind.
There is a hollowness inside I haven’t felt before, a feeling of emptiness that grows more and more.
When you were covered with earth, and I said goodbye, a part of my soul collapsed and died.
How can my heart ever mend? Dirt and dead flowers, this can’t be the end.
Are we destined for nothingness when we take our last breath?
Or is there hope beyond our death?