At a Funeral

Leaves fell to the ground that day

The silent wind of death blew 

And you wept

As the breath gurgled in your lungs

Like his did

Before he died

As if

The vortexes of fire and blood

That were once the leaves

Were trapped 

Inside

Your lungs

Trying

To get out 

And the leaves

Kept falling

The same way

They did

Off

Your family tree

But still 

The leaves would not stop falling

And eventually

You too

Drifted off

In the wind