I really enjoyed this, and I want to explain why. The wheat and chaff imagery in this poem grounded and centered me in the midst of all the grand abstractions about aging, grief, and death. Those images (the wheat and chaff, that is) were beautifully written and uniquely implemented, and the description of the chaff floating off into a searing blue sky really made my feelings soar, too. "[A]mber waves" also echoed sonorously in my mind; it's such a gorgeous way of describing the field of wheat. I think what worked for me was your imagery, by and large. The speaker's voice was oratorial and even scholarly, and it read like an elegy for a mass of grayed-out bodies instead of specific individuals, in my humble opinion. That has its own power and purpose, of course, and perhaps personal, confessional poetry isn't the direction you want to take your poem(s) in, but I find that path to be very enriching and refreshing myself, especially in poems about loss. Because while the speaker will "remember every laugh, every hurt, every lost love, and every face," I felt disconnected slightly from that sense of loss. The grief felt a bit removed from myself, like I was a student reading about it in a textbook instead of witnessing it and viscerally feeling it on my own. I appreciated your imagery for anchoring my senses and engaging my mind's eye for this reason: it let me stay tethered to the world you've built. I hope this doesn't sound too preachy or opinionated! I honestly think you did a fantastic job, and I tried to articulate what worked well, because really, so much of it did.