Sorrow's Kiss

rain pours down, unrelenting, drenching
the wind blows cold, the priest's words drone.. far away
relatives and friends hold their heads low
black umbrellas, wet over-coats and frowns
a little boy stares empty; only a coffin he sees
clutching a red rose, trembling, sobbing
lost without her..
who will tuck him into bed?.. kiss him good-night?
' I didn't even get to say good-bye' ..