Crashing branches smack against the ground after the sky’s electric bolt severs the tree in two.
Car alarms are heard, dogs bark, rough pavements sink underwater in the precipitation’s deluge.
A coffin of pine holds the dearly beloved, the recently deceased, the forgotten man. His Alzheimer’s￼ his parting gift to the ashes for a jar.
The door is shut. I want in. Please listen whilst I struggle. I can’t find the words to say. I hope my presence is enough.