We Met At A Funeral.


We met at a funeral.


What a sick coincidence, right?

Life and death

Gain and loss

Order and chaos

Beginnings and endings

all wrapped up into one.

But that’s the truth.


She was in the corner,

arms wrapped in soft sleeves,


but taking in everything at once.

Our eyes met,

caught fire.


It was a beginning to end all beginnings.


And even though her words were hidden inside a maze of things I knew and knew and knew and couldn’t escape,

I spoke.


My voice penetrated the aura of endings and beginnings

and shapeless shadows shedding devastating, wonderful tears.

At a funeral.


She lit up the hallway and burned behind the lampshade,

she glowed like a heartbeat

even in the corner of a funeral.


But all it took a year later was another fire to catch

Of course we would crumble to ash-

We met at a funeral.

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Written 1/6/16

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life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Beautifully tragic like all

Beautifully tragic like all found and lost love stories. It's amazing how catching and setting fires can be a metaphor for two completely different feelings. I'm sorry that you were reduced to ashes. I feel like we aren't human unless we feel that way at least once in our lives. 

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Thank you and so true!

Thank you and so true!

*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james