Just a Something

Form: Free Verse

I did not mourn her passing
nor was she buried in the rose garden
delicate pink, white, red falling to the ground
not her shroud
and I watched them fall
each a passing moment of letting go
a symbolic step of a time to grow
move on and leave her behind
in tenderness and love
for her part in the journey of living was done
with a brief statement in a court room
a stamp on officialdom
and I could not grieve
nor could I celebrate the new
it was just a something I had to do


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