"May he rest in peace"

“May he rest in peace”

That was the extent of the eulogy.

Could have said something grand,
Something that would have let them know
how much I’m going to miss you,
how much you mean to me
how bleak the future looks
now that you are gone
but instead,

you get the classically
lame
  closing
line.

It’s not what you deserve.

July is drizzling down around us
As I remember you
The finest of your whispers
humming in our ears

I’m the one wearing my heart on my sleeve

I see the rest of your flesh and blood
hoarding away their sentiment
saving it for a rainy day

The distance between us is an ocean
      an eternity

in reality,
Seven feet of condensed soil

Perhaps the rain is leaking through to you,
the steady drip on the mahogany of your coffin.
your mourner’s tears - my tears.

The rain sparked an electrical blaze in the rest of them,
The others standing here,
In this rain,
Celebrating your life.

But I doubt
I can go on
Devoid of you,
And I don’t want to.

I fell to my knees and silently cried on his grave.
The rain stopped.

A cool and slightly warming
Almost autumn-like breeze
brushed my cheek.

The wind seemed to hug and comfort me.
I then realized that I would always feel pain,

No matter what I did.
No matter how hard I tried,
I would always miss you.

I did find out something that comforted me though.

Sitting there,
Alone
I grasped that you would always be in my heart.
And I realized
Even though you are dead,
You are not gone.