After The Funeral
The turned-over earth looked like a black door in the cemetery’s rolling grass.
The mourners had all left. During the service he’d watched them from a distance – some had cried, some had stared at the coffin, some just into the distance. He didn’t think anyone listened to the prayers. He sure didn’t.
He came over to pay his respects. He looked at the head stone and did the subtraction of years and shrugged. Small number. Of course, too many things had been left unsaid and undone.
But now The Call was upon him and so he bid his body farewell.
(this one was inspired by a song I heard on the way in this morning… any guesses?)