Breaking The Silence

The small, wooden box was covered with bright flowers.
There were four empty chairs waiting their turn to be filled.
The people arrive,
The chairs are filled.
People stand along the sides, listening intently to the spoken message.
'He's in a better place now,
It's all for the better...'
All words that didn't even cover half the emotions of the day.
They didn't stop the tears from following all around,
The talk stopped and silence followed.
It was broken suddenly by three shots fired from seven guns.
Then it was the trumpet.
The slow, long music of the dead filled the air and pulled tears from every eye.
It stopped, but the tears kept flowing without hesitation.
No one was ready to say goodbye,
And neither was I, so I walked away.

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