AllHallows

eyes burning
four hours of sleep
hands holding yours in the theatre
hands holding your
holding you
awaking
almost dark
black clothes
red udnerwear
something has to be alive
(anche se nascosto, pensi)
or bleeding

you drink your coffee with you white-washed-face
'why this black'? you get asked 'we are no grieving'
'YOU are not' you answer silently
your mouth not moving you pull on your stockings
balck
and stand silently at the door

you stand silently by the grave of your greatgrandparents - chilly
you stand by the grave of your grandmother - sunny
and
suddenly
someone puts her arms around you
and breakes your silence with conforting words
candles, flowers and letting you know that in case one doesnt manage to visit
the proper grave of a loved one (due to distance..like in this case) there is a place
in each cemetry where you ...well...let's say: REMEMBER

i've never though it'd be like this.hands trembling.
your feet turnin your body round and round
your eyes scanning a place where to put a little white rose
(fragile as she was)
you light the candle but the wind blows it out
you light it again and shhh the flame is gone
(in an instant..like she was).