Brevity- the Wake
The last of the cortege had shuffled quietly away
leaving him alone to face the first of countless days
bending, threw one more handful of soil into the pit
a final act of closure after that it would be it
at the kitchen table head on hands with empty stare
half eaten cheese sandwiches not going anywhere
a life so rich in memories once so clear now just a blur
phone rang as he gazed down and saw the number
it was her
submitted to –'Brevity – The Short Of It ' contest
sponsor – Casarah Nance
Viv Wigley 8th July 2015
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015
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