closing words

they come by plane
or car,
train.
some don't come at all
but prefer
to mourn
from a distance.
some take the front row
to be seen,
or the back row
to not be.
one will wait in his car
for everyone else
to leave,
then go in.
some are happy with the
reunion
dressed in bright colors,
not in black.
others,
are bent over in tears,
remembering
when. thinking we martyred
so long
for her, now what?
a few bring baked goods,
it's what they
know best.
flowers too.
words are hard to come by
except for the perpetually
long winded,
and someone will say
in closing,
it is what it is.