It Matters...

They said it didn't
matter
the day the snow
fell, so softly
to be
splattered
to the ground-
the day my hopes
splattered
to the depths
of unimaginale things.

It didn't matter
that he kissed her back
so listlessly
or that she didn't
listen
quite so intently.

And it didn't
matter
when the traffic
light went out
and the young teen
went out
and no one saw him
smile that smile
again
but they saw him again,
wearing black.

Did it matter?
when her son died
and it took two weeks
to ship him back
because of a belief that
burying someone on foreign soil
is wrong, somehow?

But burying someone
is alright
as long as it's on their own ground?

They said it didn't matter
right before they went
under
the ground
splattered
into the depths
of too imaginable things.

Does it matter?