I went to your grave
yesterday.
(in my mind)
I dropped pink rose
petals from a vase
into a bowl of
water and thought
of You.
(pink roses at Homecoming, remember?
All four of us, in goofy clothes?)
I haven’t seen your
graveside since the
day they placed you
in the ground.
(ashes and dust?)
3 states away and
so many miles to cross-
to find you not there.
No.
I will stay where I am and
be disappointed by your
lack of presence.
It is easier to bear,
here.
All of our old haunts
feel
cold and empty without you.
Global warming, my arse.
(My friend is dead, and the
World is Frozen.)
My family is growing up.
I wish you could be
(or, anywhere, really.)
Life hasn’t stopped
without you.
Pink roses, just
aren't.
Sll – 9/26/2011 3:45p.m.