Cemetery
cemetery not cementary…
although, i see how you might think of this
chiseled rocks, carefully crafted crypts
no. this is the place where we come to bury
where we visit all we miss
i remember seeing you – again, my heart rips
rigor mortis came and went
boxed, lowered, blessed, interred
unnoticed tears flowed from my reddened eyes
i stood among the thinning crowd – all energy spent
strangers’ consolations were endured
inwardly, i shout at death whom i despise
alone, i walk through the cemetery
grass has grown, but i feel no bliss
our relationship has changed – i carry cups
filled with blessings you gave – smelling your bounty
i plant shrubs to say – just one more kiss
then, as i leave the gate, a smile erupts
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