If You Could Still Make Wishes, I'D Help Them Come True
this chilled ground
cannot carry
the weight
of these tears
falling
from the edges
of downcast eyes
they simply trail
down the slopes
of hills
like cheeks
puddles of sorrow
in cupped hands
hold the warmth
of these wishes
i bring forth
i feel the pierce
of life's thorns
as i place these roses
upon your grave
knowing
they too will die
i listen
beneath the boreal breath
this autumn air brings
for just a whisper
of your voice
as i sing
happy birthday
to you
all i hear
is silence
as i kneel
beside you
touching
this stone
wishing
for one
touch back
i lift my shadow
with myself
as i walk away
dispirited
mourning
you again
(today is my father's heavenly birthday, time never erases the distance)
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