turn on the night light

I remember the lines  of your face. the wrinkles around your eyes when you smiled. the curves that framed your cheeks and lips as you bared  your teeth in a cackle or two. your cheeks bounced with a slight poke to your warm, oily skin. your lips chapped on the bottom left from you constantly biting throughout the day. your forehead, red and blotchy  from the strap of your hats that you wore until  they were stiff.  and as you laid in front of me in your forever space, I had to relearn the way your face felt as  cold.  caked with makeup  that gave you a  a deathly glow of bronzer and foundation. your lines were gone, your cheeks wouldn't  bounce. they covered the crack  in your lips that you bit and all I wanted  to do was hit you until you  woke up. 

An empty room Filled with bodies Voices of different Tones and pitches And volumes. Stifled cries In the corners, Whispered sentiments by the photos, Muffled screams From his mother In the chair Adjacent To the giggles that Came from The pew of the casket Where I laughed With friends As we reminisced Of the days that Were simpler. Hands and hugs And hard squeezes And heart break And so many voices From the bodies that filled The empty room That held Him.