Sitting among the headstones. The Oklahoma sun shines down on me. Birds sing their afternoon song. They have no use for reverence. Underneath, you are changing. A hostile heart is becoming something new. The cool grass sways near me. Ants assume dutiful work. My mind wanders, as is frequently the case. I miss you. Longing for second chances, A monologue is started for no one. It may be meant for me; Something to put a restless mind at ease. Searching for second chances. Redemption that will never come. The time spent here is important. Another trip may not be within me. Circumstances will lead me away, But my heart is changing. All because you are here.