Tears flow in torrents,
spasmodic gulp and shiver,
to weep aloud when haunted by some moonlight ghost resemblance.
My dead cousin’s fleeting angel halo to the fore.
Shrouded in a haze of mournful rupture,
knowing that our deepest wounds precede the grim acknowledgement of threadbare memory,
feeble consolation as we quietly sulk.
I dull persistent ache with fond ephemera,
evanescent lifespan’s meek recall for bygone echo,
funeral cortège hymn beneath a mortal passage.