Desiree Whitamore

A Grave Dying Goodbye Thing Poem - Poem by Desiree Whitamore

today i walked by your grave
i cleaned it up but nothing changed.
you're still there, buried in the ground
and i'm still here, just wandering around.

and wherever you are, i just want to know:

do i run across your mind?
do you think about me?
are there somtimes
when it hurts to just believe
that we'll be together one day
as long as i can help it
and i can't really say
how long it will be..

but do you still love me?

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  • (9/4/2008 6:26:00 AM)

    We can only hope that dying is also living a new dimension of life itself, where we can join again with somebody we loved! High marks. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, September 5, 2008

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