The Final Goodbye

You have been pulled from my side, locked in the brutally grip of death
The bells toll, the tears the flow and all stand up in waiting
Waiting for the courage, or just the strength, to lower the lid of your coffin
To conceal your face from our sight, so that we may not gaze upon you again
We all wait; no one is moving, the fear and stench of death clinging to our clothes
A funeral, a place to mourn, the place where we all realize that we have to live on without you