Awake

The sun shone

but my heart bled

crying the tears I would not

They tell me

that you have finally gone

leaving for a better place

where you will be free of pain

Free of hate

Free of anger

They try to convince me

as I stare into your pale face

Where I am hoping that you will awake

Wake up from that long

Long

Long

Nap you have decided to take

They cry out in frustration

when they realize I am not listening

Not hearing a word of their nonsense.

I know better

I know you didn't die

In that filthy place

I know you’re not up in heavens

Where you will be loved

So please

Please wake up.

Sara Sidle watched solemnly as they closed the casket. Catherine Willows sobbed loudly into her shoulder as she tried her best to comfort the older woman, all the while trying very hard not to cry.

She’s burying her best friend today, and she’s still unsure as to how to react. Should she cry her heart out? Should she smile pitifully and wish him the best in the Other Life? He died on Sunday, and today is Wednesday. It’s been three days, three days of staring stonily into the wall and wondering why this happened. Did she shed at least one tear for a love lost? She doesn’t remember.

Grissom took Catherine from her hold and led her out the doors. Everyone was leaving now, but Sara couldn’t bring herself to stand up and leave the casket sitting up there by itself, by himself. For better or worse, she promised him, till death do us apart. Even though the guys were supposed to come back any minute and take him outside, Sara stood and walked over to the casket. She smiled, as she reached down and touched the oak casket that nearly cost her her savings to get. It’s ironic that when she worked the case of the caskets, she was astonished at the prices one will pay to be kept in after death. But now, she bought only the best for him.

“Sara.” Warrick soft voice came from over her shoulder. “We need to go.”

She nodded, pursing her lips into a thoughtful expression. “For some strange reason, I can’t bring myself to leave him.” Finally, a tear dropped and splashed onto the wood.

Warrick came up beside her in the empty church, and wrapped her into his arms. “It’s not strange, you loved him. You married him, promising him forever and now he’s gone. I’m sorry, but your forever was cut short.”

She smiled tearfully back at him. “You’ve always had a way with words.” He smiled back and held out his hand.

She’ll remember the times of love, and the times of anger, but for now, it was time to let go.

Sara took his hand, and left the church, only thinking of one think:

See you later, Greggo.