Heavy rain at the graveyard
as the tears swell up. Harder
they fall - a cascade hitting
the grass carpet. Sharp stings
in her glass heart. A mournful song
broken apart and left to wilt like the
flowers on the next graveside.
Slate veil over downcast day.
Can someone chase the demons away?
They creep from between
headless stone statues,
rain-etched memories
carved into cracked skin.
Tombstones to lost homes
where souls no longer live within.
"Can someone rehome
this stray heart?" she moans.
A mother shouldn't
have to grieve for a lost son.
A song should be singing,
one where hope lives on
in neon colour overcoats.
A starling should be flying,
under a bright sun.
Rays landing on smiling eyes.
But only grey stains her view.
A memory of rain,
the pain of losing you.
The stabbing rhythm
that reminds her of how you lay slain
at the end of your own blade.
"Protection" you would say.
Disrespecting the memory
of sun beam smiles.
Twisting the sting
into something
so tragically
final.
Heavy rain falls at the graveyard.
A mother stands as her world stalls.
