The 10 of the 11

Closely we approach the 10 of the 11
Bridged by a constant flow of tears
Fingers pruned by the salty flows
Pillows stained by thoughts when alone
Loved ones long gone but never forgotten
Faces of the dead in the living
Visions of what once and what still is
Burned in thought and spoken openly
Swallow hard the memories as the church bells ring
Still mourning what remains and what doesn’t
Clouded minds shadowing broken hearts
No reminders are needed, as reality is everlasting
Carrying the weight of the world for the world
A moment of silence from all and for all
A “Rest in Peace” for the dead and the living