清明

All I remember were funeral trumpets, so loud, I heard them in my dreams that night

A funeral of someone I didn't really know - only vague faces and impressions of an old woman

My grandpa had more matters to take care of, and I cried, looking for him

I was worried, he would be gone too

My grandpa's mother was gone, but I had barely known her

And tears

more tears

and standing

and shushing

and an emptiness

that accompanies death

A funeral