I sank into my chair as the man on t.v. spoke of a thunderstorm watch.

I wondered about the funeral.

I wondered if the people were running for cover,
or if they let the rain mix with their tears.

I wondered if there were flowers, if they were red.

I wondered if everyone wore black,
or if they decided to break that awful tradition, and instead wore blue.

I wondered if anyone knew I was missing,

I wondered if anyone even cared,

I wondered who attended just to say they did,
and who arrived hours before it started to say one last goodbye.

I let my mind wander, as my tears then mimicked the movements of rain drops.
And my screams matched pitch with the thunder.