Trying To Remember 2010

You made me wear his jacket To keep me from the cold As I ushered in the mourners I cried in fear of the thought Of his death touching my skin A feeling of deep sorrow and guilt I locked myself in Rachael’s room Hanging his coat on the back of her door I prayed for them to wait ''Please lord let them all wait'' We were just not ready (or was that just me?) And yet I open the door to find These memories have passed Taking you now with them I’m not sure exactly where your grave lies I’m certain next to him in his Sunday best Placed mid dream faced turned to happiness Unaware that now I am left Scrambling through wardrobes In second hand stores Hunting out the jacket I once had left on the back of a door to a room In a house full of waiting mourners If only for one nuzzle, a spark of memory To take me further back, than the end.