Death of a Friend (for Carla)

I kept wanting to back up on the truth, make it a lie
Turn those piercing words into ash so they would float away.
I kept feeling like I should be able to punch thru that veil between the worlds and drag you back.
This didn’t really happen, this isn’t how it ends.
Siphon the pain away, stop the clock hands and push them back.
This didn’t really happen, I won’t accept it and it will stop.
But the funeral has been planned, the flowers all bought,
The harsh truth remains, no turning those words to ash.
I can only punch into the air around me, the veil shall not be pierced.
And I feel you float away on beautiful Spring day……

Brenda Cowan

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About leeskid (Brenda Cowan)

Breathing, writing, listening
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