A soft tear fell
as we stood, and prayed.
Admired decorations meant
to brighten up your grave.
We stood, resigned,
while your husband stared
into eyes of ‘strangers’
visiting who’s not there.
Later I went
to the other side.
Noise, laughter,
Hugs, Smiles.
Ties have weakened
since you’ve passed.
Your memory, your love,
Forever will last.
Thought Autopsy 