Grave Poem by Beverley Katherine

Grave



the restless wind
blows over where
we once pocketed dreams.

ancient elms grow
like cigarettes here
in this place
where we hid each other.

we needed shelter, (you defied all we stood for)
and walked
(away)
alone.

i break all the branches and
use the kindling to light a match on the grave.

i do not know who i am crying for. i just know everyone is gone.

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