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Voice soft, like a white light, Features smooth, Like hundred year old sea glass, Lips quiver slightly, Body heaves heavily, A hand touches a shoulder, A fist touches a stomach, A heart touches a soul. We all lose contact with hope. God. Jesus. Love. A tear hits a cold corpse, no one brushes it off, It sits there unharmingly but changes everything. Eyes wide, Mascara smudged, Where am I? Just a black room, Soft murmuring erupts, Lone in the corner, Together in a crowd. Outside smoking, that silky smoothness goes across your face, Bent over dry heaving stands the wife, Stands the daughter, stands the mother, Stands the deceased. There I go. Out the door. Pretending I never knew him in the first place. Nobody notices. The world keeps spinning so why shouldnt I?