Went Poem by Richard Betts

I went to your grave.
It was covered with snow.
I went hoping that you
Didn't feel so cold.

(At least not as cold as me.)

I went to your grave.
To make up for the time
I didn't see you
While you were alive.

(As if standing in the dirt,
Could take away the hurt.)

I went to your grave.
Not to say goodbye,
But more to ease
My guilty mind.

(And see if any answers
Were there for me to find.)

I went to your grave.
It was covered with snow.
I went to tell you,
Well, you already know...

I went.