at the last funeral there
will only be the idea
of I am sorry for your loss
there will be a face, a body,
and a voice inside your
head about to rain
it’s not unlike a storybook
with all the pages torn out
a song stuck on repeat
in an empty room
we are sorry for your loss
- YOU ARE IN NEARLY EVERY FUTURE, Noah Falck
http://www.theadroitjournal.org/issue-twentythree-noah-falck