graveside

 

this wind on our cheeks, the scent of lilies

mingles; we’ve come to visit

remember what was and might have been;

our love of heaven

expressed                    in simple ways

to hear her voice clothed again

with skin, the same as ours when

we all had things to say

that mattered (and didn’t_)

when we laughed

at ease

 

when death wasn’t scary

or real

 

was there such a time—when we laughed, mingled

 

 

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