A Grave Dying Goodbye Thing Poem Poem by Desiree Whitamore

today i walked by your grave
i cleaned it up but nothing changed.
you're still there, buried in the ground
and i'm still here, just wandering around.

and wherever you are, i just want to know:

do i run across your mind?
do you think about me?
are there somtimes
when it hurts to just believe
that we'll be together one day
as long as i can help it
and i can't really say
how long it will be..

but do you still love me?