Moving On by Rob York

Moving On

by Rob York

I can't stop looking at the box you're in:

Your coffin.

Your wife wants to express her pain,

She refrains.

I could think about what the preacher said,

But instead

I look behind the clouds, the sun appears

All my fears

Vanish, and I know it's better this way

I know today

All your pain is finally gone

I can move on