Sun shines across the short blades of
grass today.
Just like it did then. A perfect day.
It’s warm here, a little windy,
Giving me goosebumps.
I’m not sure if you’d like it. I don’t, really.
I find it difficult to talk like
this. With squinted eyes
And hair blowing. But it’s been a while
Since I could sit here and speak
As though you never left.
There isn’t much to say that
I haven’t already said. Don’t think you aren’t
Missed because not everyone comes.
I’m still here. I’ll always come back.
With other people, it feels like
we’re
Looking at a rock in the ground with
Your name on it. Alone, I can look through
The dirt and find you sleeping.
You look peaceful but not like
yourself.
It’s later in the day, around the
time you passed.
Not as many people going by. I lift my hand
Up toward the sky and picture you
Reaching down to pull me up. A particularly
Cool gust brushes my arm and I know
You can see me. But I can’t see you.
You would tell me I’m crazy for
wanting
To go there but I can’t erase the
guilt
Stuck in my heart for so many years.
Time passes too quickly as the clouds
begin to
Cover the dying sun, sinking into the
ground.
I won’t leave yet. I won’t leave you here alone.
The sound of water rushing over the
Sharp edges of rocks built up to be a
fountain
Is soothing. A lullaby taking me back to
Simpler days when we were both young.
I’m drifting and I know it but I
won’t sit up.
It’s too peaceful here. It would be a shame
Not to sink into such a serene
slumber that
You enjoy every day. I can’t open my eyes.
The wind dies down to a gentle
breeze,
Caressing me as I lie there on the
edge of a
Vast park with no care as to who
may
Find me, wondering what I’m doing
lying
On an empty plot too soon.
You know. And that’s all that matters.
