and while you keep the vigil
You buried me, without soil.
Folded my name into quiet hands,
As though silence could finish what time could not.
I stood a little further down the road.
Waiting..
Waiting for you to notice the footprints never stopped.
You polished a memory until it reflected.
Nothing living.
I could not.. compete,
With someone who no longer changed.
So I learned to become the stranger you needed me to be.
Not because I had gone,
Because you stopped looking anywhere but behind you.
Still, when the weather remembers us,
I leave the door unlatched.
Not for who you mourn,
But for whoever you might find,
...If you knock again.
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