a poem: "Last Breath"
I buried my friend, though ceremoniously. The music, words and prayers perfumed the grave event. I shall not see him again here, nor he me, I don't believe. Still, I hold out for something. But at this time nothing reaches back. It's a dim road with a dark end. Forgive me for saying... the higher my hope the deeper my sorrow. And I can't seem to climb out of my own dank tomb. Where he was laid and where I live are far too familiar. On the earth or in it is just one vowel and one last breath. √Ç¬©dhayward