I was there the day love died
and went to heaven. I attended
Her funeral with my best friend
Loneliness, who blubbered
like a bleeding buffoon.
Love looked so beautiful in Her
polished maple coffin,
peaceful as a desert,
ready for delivery,
shipping fee included.
No one knew what to say
by way of eulogy:
how were we supposed
to get along
in a world without Love?
The mourners bowed their heads
in sorrow and checked their text
messages, letting those who couldn’t
make it know what time to meet,
after Love was buried and the memorial
service was through.
Now that Death ruled the world
unopposed, they would have to
make do until the day they could
fall in the same six-foot-deep hole
where Love lies at last, never to be
separated from Love by Life again.