Dreams and memories
collected and bundled together
lie under and around headstones that stand
to scar the earth at random intervals.
Wounds in hearts healing and healed,
memories in chests fading, some sealed
some renewed annually, some all the time
wild flowers flower, beating a perennial weed
There are tears - some dry some wet,
hearts full of muted sighs, muffled words
defeat the headstones that endeavor unsuccessfully to
heal the sorrow, bridge the abyss
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