Two Funerals
Echoes of Loss: Navigating Grief and Reflection in 'Two Funerals'
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I pack up my car
I prepare to leave, possibly for a funeral
Have my moment or two
I take a moment to gather myself emotionally
No words to be shared
No words can express my feelings
Just some thoughts overdue
I have thoughts that are overdue or long-held
I pull up into the lot
I arrive at a location, likely a funeral venue
I dress up for the press
I dress formally, possibly for the occasion or for attention
Into a waiting room
I enter a room where people are emotionally drained or numb
Full of sickened nothingness
The room is filled with a sense of emptiness due to illness
A matter of time
Life is finite, and death is inevitable
Oh, how quickly you fall
Life can change suddenly and dramatically
When your body is frail
Frailty and vulnerability when facing a serious illness
And the cancer is strong
A powerful and relentless disease
The other was unforeseen
One death was unexpected or unforeseen
A smile that was stuck in a dream
A smile frozen in a dream or memory
Lost it all Chicago
A reference to a loss in Chicago
I watch my cousins weep - edit
Observing relatives mourning
Black dress turned violent
The mourning attire turns intense or aggressive
Flowers on caskets
Traditional flowers adorn coffins
Old friends in sadness
Close friends experiencing grief
Two funerals in passing
Two consecutive funerals experienced
Black dress turned violent
The mourning attire turns intense or aggressive again
Why does this feel like habit?
Questioning why this experience feels habitual
Soft songs become blasting
Quiet songs become loud or overwhelming
Two funerals in passing
Two consecutive funerals experienced again
An echoing hall
A hall filled with echoes
Reverb from the words to a god
Reverberations from prayers or speeches to a deity
Do they even listen at all?
Questioning if prayers or appeals are heard
When they’re so occupied up above
Wondering if the higher powers are attentive
Do they watch me handle a box?
Concern about being observed while handling a casket
And walk it through a crowd full of stares
Walking with a casket through a crowd's gaze
And make sure that we wait at the top
Waiting before the burial, filled with sorrow
Before it's lowered in with despair
The emotional weight of lowering a casket
Black dress turned violent
The mourning attire turns intense or aggressive once more
Flowers on caskets
Traditional flowers adorn coffins again
Old friends in sadness
Close friends experiencing grief again
Two funerals in passing
Two consecutive funerals experienced again
Black dress turned violent
The mourning attire turns intense or aggressive again
Why does this feel like habit?
Questioning the repetitive nature of this experience
Soft songs become blasting
Soft and gentle songs become loud or overwhelming again
Two funerals in passing
Two consecutive funerals experienced again
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