The Mourner

She cuts a solitary figure
A single mourner
Head bowed against the sun
Hands clasped to her breast
Her gaze so distant
Her mind revisiting time passed
Lost in a haze of fractured memories
A single tear trails down her cheek
Knowing that she will never see him again
Nor feel his touch nor hear his voice again
For even now she struggles to picture him
His face receding into the darkness.

Convulsing in the throes of agony
Wracked by endless sobbing
A lost soul engulfed in misery
Ripped apart by a shattered heart
On her knees, crestfallen, beside the burial mound
She laments the loss of two lives
For she too has died this day
Condemned to a life of emptiness, she has nothing left
While his flesh returns to dust
So too is her spirit crushed
Taunted by the guilt and regret
Of squandered moments and wasted time.

The sun kisses the earth and slowly sinks out of sight
Dusk heralding the birth of another endless night
Only the cloudless sky weeps tears of grief
Casting its silver spheres to glisten upon the earth
A simple stone monument stands in silent vigil
While grave flowers bend their backs against the sky
To perish and decay, never to be replaced
For never shall the bereaved return, but in death.