Cemetery Visit
They see an older woman seated awkwardly at the grave,
brushing debris from the sun-warmed stone,
clumsily shifting her weight in the heat -
alone.
They don't see her memories from thrifty-five lost years ago,
of two teens at the annual fair.
"In the misty corridors of the soul",
he's there.
She has carried him with her for decades, tucked away safely,
but today is the first time she's here.
He was only eighteen - too young to die -
too dear.
Time has turned her from the pretty girl in the carnival lights
to a person she no longer knows.
Grief doesn't fade with calendar pages -
it grows.
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