There’s a tremendous amount of love found in death
More emotion perhaps than when alive
Spilling tears, concerns and niceties, all at once
Some genuine, others filled with regret
Hauling a mind left in turmoil, over hot coals
Fixing wounds, left open by lack of closure
Spirits practicing that healing process, as if by magic
Returning whatever was broken, to a fixed position
Noting but sadness is just a request for forgiveness
Punishing none other than those left alive
Sending hugs and kisses from the grave to eternity
Captured by a willingness to remember in kind