She shall not be here,
looking into my soul.
The world has shrunk
I shall not speak to Father,
or anyone. They could not save her.
Father says I dishonour the dead,
that I should snap out of this.
My eyes well, but not for him.
If Aunt was here, we could all cry.
I shall write some words,
pin them on her funeral flowers.
I shall tell her my heart.
She will listen.