The Funeral

So quiet
No one said a word
The priest's droning voice
Was the only thing heard

I tried to be strong
I didn't wanna cry
But faded images
Started to play in my mind

I sat in silence
Listening to the preacher speak
About the man i once knew
A single tear rolled down my cheek

I saw the coffin
With colourful flowers placed on top
Knowing what lay inside
Made my heart stop

As he was lowered beneath the soil
I tried to be brave
But the thought made me sick
Of visiting his grave

I felt the cold breeze
Rustle my hair
And that warm, summer sun
Seemed to hide in despair

I tried to speak
But no words came out
I wanted to scream
Wanted to shout

I thought of his body
Laying motionless and cold
As many years passed
It would slowly decompose

I ran my fingers
Along the name etched in stone
I wonder what it feels like
To be eternally alone