A/N: This is a new piece. It's been submitted to the PoetsPub new competition: Memory Graveyard.
Faded light
Filters through
A crowded room
Mourning for you.
There is a breath
Drawn in the silence,
Reminiscent of the last
Breath of yours.
Every face mirrors your pallor,
Every shoulder shrouded in gloom,
Did the speed you felt that morning
Become the final bride for you?
