When the dirt hits the box!

Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes,
When the box drops,
When the dirt hits it,
When it is buried underneath the dirt and rubble,
As it is cemented over,
Then we realize it is truly over,
The chapters of a life over,
A book written with only the acknowledgement left out,
Scales are balanced,
A judgement is passed on time spent,
We see a life fading away into memories,
With all hope of them coming back gone,
Then we realize,
We miss them,
We love them,
They cant love us now,
For the simple facts that:
Life is short,
We can't have those we love forever,
And the dead are dead.