Carl

The room is dark
A last breath sound
Hearts plummet to ground
Heads bow, tears fall
Arms bid haste to comfort all

The room is light
Broken made whole
Rebirth of soul
Past loves call
Arms bid haste to welcome all

Print tells the tale
Words viewed with thought
Glimpse of a life caught
An interesting run
Wonder of all past done

Plans undone
Wished more time
No reason or rhyme
Alone I roam
I'm still visiting, you're already home