i walk through this desolate place of
death,
remorse,
ruined love,
and regret.
i eye the gravestones—
the words etched into the marble.
i eye the faceless words
staring back at me.
i look at the flowers—
empty promises of remembrance and once-lived love.
i look at the flowers—
some wilted and dying.
the huge trees overshadowing me,
i feel lost in this cemetery.
i look to the stones in the area for people who have been cremated—
reminders of love, life, and existence burned into a million ashes.
i feel the presence of all the death.
i feel it sinking into me.
i wonder when i’ll join them?
