An Urn
Chip King, Lee Buford
Some were with him at the hour and location
And confirm the joy and the beauty
Some recall the flowers and the placement of the finery
Possible futures glistened
Others recall a change
The darkness
The pall descending
Rejection
Sadness
The wounds
The silences
You have left
The whole sky to black
The whole earth to hell
You have left to never return
Somewhere there is heaven
And you shall find it
And I will wait
Forgotten a hundred times
