Post-mortem

Humbly, they departed to the ether
And left this grievous aperture,
Where your heart sits,
Drained and unpaved with comfort. 
Grasp at the rain that seeps between your fingers
And shred the grass in fury if you must.
Cry to the night and withstand the stillness.
Mourn and love the fragments of the past. 
No, they will no longer rise to virgin skies
Unstained by leaden woes,
But as cobwebs form and dust settles, 
Traces of souls that persist in death 
Will coalesce before your bleary eyes.
Into a brilliance that encompasses you. 
See the leaves fall before the rising sun. 
Though their memory still prevails, 
Seal your cracked heart and love 
And let this be their consolation.