Dark Reality - After the Party
I stand here weeping, alone, and numb
in this opaque light. The visitors have left-
my masquerade of acceptance, with them.
Their words of comfort did hypnotize me-
for a while- with smiles, even some laughter-
friends, family- looking to mix and catch up,
making it feel like a reunion party-
milling, shaking hands- hugging, kissing.
They're gone. Now, this painful reality rules.
I kneel here forlorn, bereft, in front of you-
one hand on the dark mahogany veneer
of your everlasting, lifeless resting place-
the other on your cold, once-loving, hands
that held and comforted me with warmth.
I bend to kiss your lips- caress your cheek.
Oh, death, you slipped in like a silent thief.
The sky suddenly turns blue-ebony
and matches the deep, dark obscurity
in my soul- and my shattered heart crumbles-
as I walk away to now face life- after the party.
May 28, 2017
Contest: The Clearing
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017
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