Funereal

Darling,
you will never see
the body you love
lie empty
or the name you whispered
carved in stone.

Darling,
you will never smell
the sour scent
of a wreath
or wet soil
freshly dug.

Darling,
you will never taste
the air heavy with
unspoken words
or salt
from your eyes.

Darling,
you will never hear
voices hushed
in sympathy
or the sprinkle of earth
on mahogany.

Darling,
you will never feel
your arms slack
with no one to hold
or the morning sun
on black clothes.

Darling,
you will never know
how I envy you.