Flowerless Gravesites Poem by Je'free Y .

I have seen them in father's cemetery
Right behind the mausoleums,
Forgotten names covered with dried up mud,

Probably friends, grandmothers or infants
Who year after year are buried deeper into oblivion,
Only visited by segmented troops of ants marching.

Death is lonely. Mere crumbs of leaves are lonelier.
Maybe these fragments were once vibrant roses
From a guest who took the time to visit ages ago.

Sometimes, there are two or more crows
Lingering on and around the tombstones,
Still without a trace or scent of fresh plants.

I came to a point of thinking about
Cleaning their spots, bringing in flowers;
But maybe I am too much of a stranger to them.

There will be footsteps heading there.
There will be prayers spoken before them.
I imagine, one day, the heaven of a reunion -

Reunion of the present and the absent.
Lilies, tulips, jasmines - finally light up their space.
It does not matter who brought them there,
But they are there.