Pages of Your Book

Pages of your book By Michelle Morris 09/09/2022 The snowflakes come down Like a flurry of white hope Upon the grave that we stand around The ground silent like our souls The pastor gives a beautiful service Words I cannot hear Not comprehending the message But knowing it is felt within I stand like a statue Cold and silent and alone Wondering if this is the moment When I give up my human knowing I throw soil onto your grave Before the casket is lowered into the ground And there stands an angel statue Weeping for the tears I am unable to find For if I let them fall freely What emotions do I have left? I hold on to the pain As a way to hold on to you indefinitely Not trusting my memories To show the unvarnished truth Putting our love on a pedestal A shrine to better moments Life carries on and on and on It goes on despite our protestations The pages of your book Now halted for the ages And I wonder what my time holds Without you here in my life Will my heart heal again Or will I be forever frozen in this nightmare? I walk away from your gravesite The sight etched in my mind for good The last words you said to me A reminder that we talked Of life and love and death Of the future and hopes not realised Now that your book is finished I'll have to write chapters for you too The snow blankets the ground And I wish it could blanket me The love and light that left your eyes Like your soul left your human entity One day I'll see you again When Heaven brings me home But until we are together there I'll remember you in my soul © Michelle Morris, 2022