Alone At the Funeral

Holding hands in silence at time of grief, an impulsive emote, now memory. In these times, we can offer no relief; each in aloneness, weary and teary, carries his own cross, in dark gloom dreary. The world as we knew it, is not the same; solace of touch denied, which is a shame. No doubt hearts beating, bridge any distance. We know not yet, what is the divine aim: is a friends embrace needless indulgence? 08-November-2020