The Reunion

We gather together here

as we do this time each year,

except this time a day too soon

to bury one of our own.

All the comforts of autumn

fall like leaves at our feet

and concealed with our bootprints

as we all make our retreat…

Into each other

For some comfort,

For some love,

For an answer from above,

So we know our friend is somewhere safe

For she's the one we're thinking of.

They say the sun shines brighter close to heaven.

That's only if we can make ourselves believe,

but here on earth we can hold our hands together

to share this moment with each other,

and share the love that we receive.

All the kids flew home this day

to see their friend be wheeled away.

They all looked on without a sound

and placed him in the winter's ground.

Two short decades cut short two months,

too many decades young to die,

and all of us he left behind,

a sobbing mess, would like to try…

To turn the hands,

To tip the hourglass

Once more.

To get an answer from God's door

To tell us that our brother's there,

For he's the one we're praying for.

What if this killer were a brother,

if this killer were a friend

who kneeled beside him one last time,

embraced and kissed him once,

before the casket shuts again?