Her funeral painful memory
But his desolation awesome
No consolation for his grief
No anesthesia for his remembrance
Apparent in his aging
Vitality instantly declining
Vague contemplation and dull silence
More painful to watch than for him
Acquiescent in the loss
Who is really buried -
The one whose pulse is still?
Or the ones whose hearts still beat?
Who survives death less -
Those who die?
Or those left behind?

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