Whispers Beneath the Cemetery

Whispers Beneath the Cemetery Is love undead? Is love fate? Is love just holding on— a ghost that won’t abate? Does death mean I must give up on us, let go of what was? I stare at your grave— hours slipping by— Will you resurrect? Will you rise or die? A strange peace lingers— a burden I can’t lay down, The silence, the stillness— haunting and profound. I feel you more— the loser, the lost, The trees sway wild, wind tangled in their ghostly frost. Maybe they agree— whispering secrets of old, But life moves forward— with stories left untold. Unspoken words, forgotten memories, Yet love lingers on— like shadows on the breeze. I feel alone— loneliness like a cloak, But now— a fragile peace I invoke. Time has softened the ache inside, That love still lingers— but I’ve learned to abide. I accept your absence, your faraway flight, I won’t wait for your return— I surrender the fight. In this quiet acceptance, my mind finds its rest, With questions unanswered, with forgiveness unexpressed, And love, still burning— a fire in my chest.