Little Marker
we found your little stone page and just stared.
reading the name over and over until it blurred.
you were here and gone in that one time of april
struggling to breathe, but you just weren't able, now
above this plotted spot, you've risen, and we know that
to be so, yet our gaze is still on your name that is written..
Copyright © Rebecca Sharp | Year Posted 2006
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