Eulogy
the sunrise after
you left
woke no one
made no birds sing
it rose in the mourning
it's light tiptoed on the edge of clouds
who shook their heads
as they witnessed the aftermath
noon came as a whisper
the clouds burst into tears
as the sun revealed the new reality
that you
are never to return
- eulogy
Copyright © Brooklyn Cruz | Year Posted 2019
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