At the Burial

by Chadwick Miller

Soft air waited in the hall
and whispered behind the pews.
A woman’s silent sobbing
echoed through the room.

A young man’s heart
hid within his clothes
as he stood awkward
in the space,
that every friend tried to heal.

How have you been?
“Good, and you?”
Does it matter?
“The weather is gorgeous.”

Soft air waited in the hall
and whispered behind the pews.
Color is magic to a child
but adults have chosen black.


FB_IMG_1514046196304Chadwick Miller is an amateur poet who enjoys life’s experiences, different cultures, and learning from children.


Photography by Kenneth Godoy