en masse

by M.R. Mullins

The skies are filled with colorful lights

Stars and clouds make it a beautiful night

Beautiful faces but something isn't right

Their bodies lay still all over the ground

Nobody’s moving, not even a sound

People searching for what’s lost but not found

Sirens and voices start filling up the room

One by one, holding hands at the tomb

My tears, her perfume

But now she's there, no longer alive

And I'll never get my chance to say goodbye