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