Thats just how it goes

Grim faces of loved ones,
Silence worth a thousand tears,
He smiles,
Bright lights are blinding,
Quiet murmmers are deafening,
White is all around us,
but black is all we feel,
The humming of the machine,
The stuggle of last breaths,
Then nothing,
but the wheeling of the weightless beds,
As we await the day of dark dress,
forgotten memories and greaving laughter.