We Missed Eachother I touched your coffin and I left you. In the chapel you were enclosed, solidly. It felt wrong, to leave you behind though you were gone to yourself. Wayward, your voice did not come to chide me for my emotions. Suffered sobs. And I felt it all for you without the levity of your loving scold. Stood close, in distance so far. You weren't with me. I do not know when our last parting was final. Scattered goodbyes at different times punctuated our months. Like ash. This feeling is an ending, a collapsing. For me, but not for you. We have missed eachother. This rest is yours, unwilling matriarch, we venerated you. Take your leave of us with kindness. We have loved you, unequivocally. No longer shall we disturb you in needs, in wants, in cups of tea in birthday parties and Christmas spotify playlists. You will be so missed. I touch your coffin and I leave you. From the chapel you are at rest, freely.