Funeral

As I wander into the room with the fresh scent of flowers and decay

The dim light casts lurking shadows on the walls

Sitting in a chair I am submerged with grief, and sorrow

I stare at what I am robbed of, remembering good times

(I hear) The sound of the room becoming crowded, but it is still so silent

I see how the passing of one brings many together close

Now with the taste of salted tears, I promise to love and never forget