Graveyards Poem by Mathew Sutter

I have a friend,
That visits a graveyard,
Almost everyday.
No, she doesn’t mourn,
She just listens to music.
I'm not sure why,
She does this.
Maybe because she feels safe?
Maybe because it's quite and there is no one to bother her.
Maybe because she feels like she needs to?

I'm not sure why,
And it puzzles me so,
Not to know the answer to this question.

She truly is odd,
But seems to know something,
Maybe she goes to this graveyard,
For the same reasons that I write poems.
Maybe that is her escape from her family,
And life around her.
To drown it out with music and silence.
Maybe the dead comfort her,
Because they can't speak to her,
Though they watch her all the time.

They know why she really is there,
But they like her company,
Since no one visits them anyway.
So they keep silent,
And just enjoy her company.

I have a friend,
That visits a graveyard,
Almost everyday.
No, she doesn’t mourn,
She just listens to music.
I'm not sure why,
She does this.
But I do know that it makes her happy,
So I shall stop asking so many questions.

('To MM' You know who you are.)