I sit at your grave
I sit at your grave
And not a sound comes out.
I've come to talk
But where do I begin?
I sit at your grave
Like someone waiting
For another's return;
I sit like I'm waiting for yours.
I sit at your grave,
No tears in my eyes
Because I'm in wait
For you to come back.
I sit at your grave
Laying flowers I hope you like.
Whenever I come,
I am not empty handed;
You'd never forgive me for that.
I sit at your grave,
My heart hanging heavy.
No words to utter
No tears to cry
Because your grave doesn't
Offer a feeling of absence.
It's at home where
It all seems to crumble
For my home is now without you.
I sit at your grave
With a false facade
That falls when I'm in
A space we once shared.
(It falls everywhere that I go;
Just as we went always.)
I come to your grave,
I sit and I wait.
And when I go home,
I hope to find light.
(When I go home,
I hope to find you.)
Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2024
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