There is a faded headstone
I walk past every day
I've never stopped to read it
least not until today
The names are hard to make out
and the numbers just a blur
There's not very much to tell you
just who these people were
It seem they were a couple
Mary-Beth and John
She passed away aged 38
He died at 41
I imagine childhood sweethearts
who didn't live that long
A short but long lived love affair
that in death still lingers on
Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
There is a faded headstone
I walk past every day
I've never stopped to read it
least not until today
The names are hard to make out
and the numbers just a blur
There's not very much to tell you
just who these people were
It seem they were a couple
Mary-Beth and John
She passed away aged 38
He died at 41
I imagine childhood sweethearts
who didn't live that long
A short but long lived love affair
that in death still lingers on
©A Thomas Hawkins 2010
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