Last Goodbye

A room cloaked in shadows, heavy, thick air,

everyone’s gaze felt like weight on my skin.

At the casket, a single rose, petals bare,

wilted and fragile, where his memories had been.

The scent of cologne, faint as a sigh,

wrapped round my thoughts like a ghostly embrace,

each whispered promise now etched in goodbye,

while I stood small, framed in loss’s cold space.

In the quiet lull, echoes of laughter float,

every corner taunts with the absence of cheer,

and I reach for a memory, an impossible note,

a heartbeat, a prayer, that he still might be near.