Mourning

“Yuck,” she said

choking on tears

salting her dinner

“I don’t like this.

I don’t like this at all.”

I don’t think anyone does.

 

You will not cross.

You will not cross the river.

 

We all gather close

Remember one we never knew

holding you up among

the suffering and sorrowful

 

There are no words

 

You will not cross.

You will not cross the river.

It is not your time.

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