Patrick Dumas

Rookie (August 1,1985 / Milford, CT)

Empty Grave - Poem by Patrick Dumas

“We need to talk, ” she said on the phone.
The sun was going down,
trees a silhouette
giving way to darkening sky.

“Meet me at the graveyard” she had said.
I went and stood by our usual tomb,
“Hemingway” – probably not Ernest,
I finished my cigarette.

“Hey there, ” she said catching me by surprise.
Did she always have to be so beautiful?
Her hazel eyes gave life
to the grey lingering air.

“The test came back, ” she said.
Her eyes dived into my eyes.
She held her ambiguous stare,
I hoped I could hold mine.

“I wasn’t ready for this, ” she said.
The drowning sun
reflected off her tears.
Or was it my eyes that were drowning?

“I still love you, ” she said.
I’m was holding her then,
we embraced for awhile.
Is it sick I wanted to stay like this?

“I have to go, ” she said.
Moon light shadowed tombstone faces.
An empty bier was prepared for tomorrow –
it will be filled by then.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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