The Moon
solitude and secrets
splashes of life of color
remind us
who still remembers
who still suffers
but the bare dusty gray
granite, marble
tagged with a meaningless label
is the most unsettling
the sea of the dull neutrals
unfolds before me
on the swell
of a tomb
loss of on century
fades into the next
on eternal beds
they slumber in peace
next to one another
those girls who knew not each other
only the sorrowful windows
a later addition
i tread lightly, knowing from beneath
they watch cautiously
intrigued, only where the
moon graces, and the sun nurtures
i am in the blissful solitude
surrounded
yet in two different realities
i am utterly alone
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