Rite of Passage - Pallbearer

Feasting eyes on wreckage that surrounds me

Makes me wonder if I ever learned to live

I have such little recognition

Of what I was when I could still see your face

The many flaws, of my own admission

A void supreme, I can’t pull away

This rite of passage

It took all of these years, but now I finally know

One question to ask of you

Did part of me die while watching you go?

In the soul, the frailty is seated

Gnawing doubts that I ever learned to live

Look upon the days since you’ve departed

My grand accounting of errances made

This ache, incessant once it started

As I espouse a meditation on decay

This rite of passage

It took all of these years, but now I finally know

One question to ask of you

Did part of me die while watching you go?

This rite of passage

It took all of these years, but now I’m finally shown

The cavity that grows within

Vacant space that was left a lifetime ago

Not fully alive

Just a shadow to be

Will I be revived?

Or transfixed in between