You were the strong one
I was much weaker
You were the Optimist
my views were much bleaker

So how come I'm sitting here
and you are on some refrigerated slab,dead
while my anger grows mad
you're soon to be some gray ash in a zip lock bag

I can't cry as much as I should
if the situation was reversed
I don't think you would
why is this sweet life so cursed?

Another sister knew December
falling snow and Hope so cold
and I'm honestly trying to remember
when I haven't felt so old

Everyone is paired
hey, I'm going through Life alone
you left behind your wife
unanswered resentment and strife

Relatives going off on tangents
each one thinks he knows
the answer certainly is black as coal
as the soil swallows these hands

Empty heart and a racing mind
trying to recall how we all became blind
failing to ever really read the signs
even the sun peered out sometimes

Is this all just random chance
struggling souls trying to dance
to shed this mortal twisted coil
only to ultimately back off and recoil

This grief, wringing through my being
these silent tears,dripping down skin
this anger growing ever madly,
healing will never have a chance to begin

mathiasthom
written 7/26/14

rest in peace, Rie