The Untold Goodbye
As they slowly moved you to that
rectangular hollow dead end, the screeching of your coffin was the only sound
reverberating in that unruffled afternoon. No wailing, no crying and no sobbing
and nothing! It was a queer funeral. My friends were ignoring each other’s
glances and were deeply muted. I smiled awkwardly. I looked again at your
coffin, now I can only view you from the unwanted spaces between the disfigured
bricks but then again no top-of-the-lungs wail was ever let out. I aimed my
camera at the last piece to be covered by the man who holds the trowel and sighed, “I guess it is either we don’t know how to say goodbye or we are not
just prepared to say goodbye.”
As they slowly moved you to that
rectangular hollow dead end, the screeching of your coffin was the only sound
reverberating in that unruffled afternoon. No wailing, no crying and no sobbing
and nothing! It was a queer funeral. My friends were ignoring each other’s
glances and were deeply muted. I smiled awkwardly. I looked again at your
coffin, now I can only view you from the unwanted spaces between the disfigured
bricks but then again no top-of-the-lungs wail was ever let out. I aimed my
camera at the last piece to be covered by the man who holds the trowel and sighed, “I guess it is either we don’t know how to say goodbye or we are not
just prepared to say goodbye.”
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