Wind

27 black umbrellas in the morning rain. As they lower her coffin I realize I can't recall her name. Preacher says something about ashes and dust loss and gain. I still can't remember her name. 27 umbrellas move silently away as I stand alone 2 sites down where her coffin still remains. What is her name??!! Nobody here to say goodbye. Nobody came. Maybe they can't remember her name. The wind blows through my soul but I feel no pain. I should feel guilty I can't remember her name. I should leave she's dead just the same. Then I look at the headstone. Now I remember as I read my name.