Fragments of Nothingness

I don’t know how to feel
As you sit here in front of me.

So still in death, but peaceful.
You have an unspoken beauty
Captured in a moment of transient time.

My mind wanders to the last steps you made,
The last time the wind blew through your feathers,
The last time your heartbeat.

It made me think of the fragile,
Invisible,
Fragment of nothing in particular
That separates life and death.

Perhaps represented by a heart beat that stops,
An eye which closes,
A breath which halts to a wispy close.

In your quiet stillness, you remind me
Of the power of that fragment of nothingness.
Maybe that is why I don’t know how to feel.
I want to recognise your unknown life
As apposed to your death.