DEATH

Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep. Shoulders slumped
under the weight of Death's hand, I stood in the cemetery in silence.
The tears came thick and fast, as the men lowered her casket into the
ground, the mouth of Mother Earth swallowing her child. Eyes swollen
with saturated grief, I looked up at the sky, at the dark clouds that
shrouded it, and at the crows that sung our loss to the trees, who
rustled softly in a somber sway. The clouds wept a silent rain among
the mournful souls that gathered that day, the rain matched the tear
stained faces, and left the flowers looking as dead as the body they
were decorating.
Deep realization swept through me in sharp waves of pain, and my
heart pounded in my chest, reminding me that the hands of time were
still moving. This was so hard, so painful. There was no way out. I didn’t
know anymore. Everyone close to me was gone, I had nobody and I
wished with all my heart that it was me put into the ground instead of
my beautiful wife who so many adored.
I could feel my sanity crumbling, death must be so beautiful. To be in
the soft brown earth knowing that there will be no more pain
tomorrow. How I wish she was here with her soft smooth hands
enclosed in mine. This was some other unfortunate soul’s funeral. How
I wished that death wasn’t so cruel and he would reconsider and bring
my beloved back to me.
Slowly, my legs began to tremble, and I fell to my knees, my head in my
hands. Quick, painful breaths got caught in my throat, making me
choke. Tears fell onto her grave, smudging the careful ink of a letter
addressed to her, wishing her peace in death. The mud on the ground
soaked into my trousers, making two patches of grassy moisture on my
knees. Carefully, I traced the letters engraved in the white marble
stone;
V I O L E T G R E E N, R. I. P.

She always had a beautiful name, and it was so peculiar. Completely

opposite. Violets were purple, and our last name was Green. When she
married me, she said she wanted a purple and green dress. It always
intrigued me that she always liked wearing clothes related to her
names. Those were some of the things that made violet special. I knew I
was not a perfect person, but that’s okay, because I had found the
perfect partner in her. And now she was gone, far away from my grasp
never to be seen again.

Memories of her flooded my mind, her smell lingered in the graveyard,

reminding me of her presence. I felt a cold wind sweep across my
cheeks, which sent a shiver down my spine. I shuddered. Was she here?
Could she see how much my heart longed for her? I hoped with all my
strength she knew. Now that I was alone, the silence closed in on me.
There was nothing. Not even the faint cry of a bird, the rustling of
leaves. Just my shallow breaths, my pounding heart, and the cry of
sorrow drowning my brain.

I rose, took a few steps back, and stared wistfully at her grave. I’d do
anything to be lying there with you, my love. I said a silent goodbye,
and walked towards the cemetery gates. The groaning of old metal
pierced the silence, as I shut the gate on my wife.