A poem about heartache and loss by David Tombale: Mourning

We all grieve in our own ways when we lose someone and there is no right or wrong to it just sorrow and perhaps a celebration of a life well lived.

 

 

 

Mourning

 

The skyline’s ringed with lights of

 white and purple exploding like fireworks

 beneath a scarlet moon.

 

 The city cries tonight,

 there is an echo of sorrow in the way

 the cars crawl, the horns blare.

 

 The skyline is a pent up breath that

 will swallow you, letting loose these gusts

 of wind, a last release of a winter breeze.

 

 Our tears fill the first signs of rain clouds,

 fill the bottomless wealth of empty dams.

 We mourn like unruly children trying to

 harass the heavens to give Him back.