Pallbearers at the Curb

by The Quiet Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Six men stand beside the hearse, each wearing the dark suit he hoped not to need this year. One is your brother. One coached your son. One still owes you twenty dollars and says so through tears. When the funeral director nods, they bend together. For this short distance, love has weight, and no one carries it alone.
58 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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