Frank K. Briesch,
I do not know you,
Yet your lack fills me with sorrow.
I cannot explain but you I chose
to lay a rose atop your eversome grave

Mary A. Boylan,
I do not know you,
Your spirit remains a mystery.
I came here to know and somehow I saw
You never returning face.

Gary M. Paluch,
I do not know you.
Your name is know throughout the stone
And perhaps nowhere but here.
I cannot know and you cannot tell
For your mouth is far beneath me.

Mother,
I do not know you.
I can see what you were and nothing more
For you are a forgotten rock beneath my feet.
I can say nothing, you can say nothing.
Your secret is your death.

I find tonight I’m too sad to find sleep.
I wish I would have looked before it was too late,
Because it’s too far the times passed and I can’t think
Of anything except I miss you, in this silly way
And it would have been really nice to just hear you say
Goodnight.
And I would have smiled
And said the same thing,
I’d close my eyes and drift to sleep.
Now I’ll be up all night just whishing
I’d have thought to listen.
And hating that I miss you.
Praying to an empty room
That I could for a moment
**** the distance.  
Lean into you and whisper
And pretend that even in your silent slumber
You could listen
And you would know I meant it.
Goodnight.