Wake

The atmosphere has just bent into dark.

In this deep silence, we share a loss, in a truthful

sadness.

Fully aware that we aren’t prepared for the desolation we

foresee.

Our awkward presence, entrance.

And this immaculate building.

I can’t belong in this impeccable mourning suite.

The discomfort we feel stresses the reason of our

presence here.

And you rest.

You don’t appear so peaceful.

I am trying to accept this variation of you within my

glowing memories.

Adieu, dear friend.

Our profound respect to everything you are.