And Yet... We Used Every One of Them

With Death on your door step
You have to wonder
Why is he knocking so loudly
While inside there are people sleeping

With rhythm being disturbed
By the halt of life
The music stops for moments
When silence fills your pores

A cold creeps over
As the news sinks down
Down from your brain
To the skin of your forearm

A chill that continues
Inside your bones
For indefinite ticks of time
The only cure is the warmth of another

Another crying soul
Morning the loss of a human they knew
Or a thoughtless drone
With no inclination of the tragedy at hand

You try to be happy
For the one that is gone
At least their pain has left
Like them from their body.

But even that is not enough
The tears still roll,
The lip sill trembles,
And the body will curl upon itself
Like a sleeping cat
When no one is looking.

All you have at that moment
Is the fondest memories
You laugh because he was the best
You cry because he was the best

Left so swiftly
As a sickness took hold
A failure of organs
So necessary for life

But in the back of your mind
You are truly happy
The joy has yet to take hold
Has not yet been tapped

He is with the Lord
And his wife
That gave him the will
To continue on

A man among men
A General among soldiers
A warrior full of wisdom
A Grandfather Full of laughter
Jokes,
And strange gifts that were more pointless
Than words can describe.

And yet... we used every one of them.