Black Day

I dressed for the funeral,
I dressed in black

Watched you walk down the aisle
From the back of the church
My first last look at you

Taller than I had ever seen you
More handsome in your black suit
One of the men carrying the coffin
I could not guess what you were feeling
This look took my breath away and began silent tears and memories

At a relatives house
You fell asleep on me on the couch
My second last look at you

Your eyes were closed with long, blonde eyelashes
Covered by the softest skin
And the lips I need more than air
Were immobile but I knew their smile
And saw it there
I heard my favorite song
In the beating of your heart
And I saw you, my angel,
At your sweetest, softest state
This look reached my fingers up to run through your hair and brought
more memories and tears

The final last look was in your eyes
As we kissed with I love you's
And I cried while you tried to smile

I kept pulling you back from the train
Never wanting you to leave
Didn't want my blue eyed boy to go
You made a race out of my tears
But you had to go sit on the train (didn't want to miss another)
I stood outside the window, still tearing,
And we made faces and laughed through the glass
You were moments away from going
But you were tearing and laughing and smiling
And I was the same
We mouthed another I love you to each other and sadly waved goodbye
This look broke me up and left me inconsolable inside, heavy loud tears
It was my last look of you as the train pulled away
And this was your last look of me as I stood there crying in my black dress

I dressed for the funeral,
But the black was for you.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

Really enjoyed what you did with this series of "last looks", very well put together, great choice of words. The emotions are strong, we go through this journey with the writer. Good job!