Remembrance

A feather drifts
to the ground.
It could be the feather
of an angel
or the feather
of a dove,
nontheless
it is a sorrw
not recognized by most.
A sorrow ungrieved.
Have we forgotten
how to feel the pain?
to shed the tears or remembrance?
While we are taught
to show indifference for death,
the deadened souls wander
and wonder of your cold
blackened heart
with no color of respect.
Let a tear fall
and let them rest in peace.