I Didn't Attend

I sank into my chair as the man on t.v. spoke of a thunderstorm watch. I wondered about the funeral. I wondered if the people were running for cover, or if they let the rain mix with their tears. I wondered if there were flowers, if they were red. I wondered if everyone wore black, or if they decided to break that awful tradition, and instead wore blue. I wondered if anyone knew I was missing, I wondered if anyone even cared, I wondered who attended just to say they did, and who arrived hours before it started to say one last goodbye. I let my mind wander, as my tears then mimicked the movements of rain drops. And my screams matched pitch with the thunder.