Linger
I heard you died the other day
I was surprised in every way
to hear of your death.
The numbness in my soul
The feeling of unrest
They linger now
even as I see your casket.
I thought it would bring me closure
to see your ending.
But maybe that was just wishful thinking.
You are gone somewhere else.
I am left here wondering to myself.
What do I do now?
Obsidian Poet
