Burial Ground
i am so afraid of all the things you touch
for i know of the ashes they will become
lost in a burial ground of the things
i cared for all too much.
that song
and so many others
are embedded with the imprint of your teeth
from that dopey grin you always wore
because the lyrics were just so perfect.
that morning on the beach
when the world felt so still and calm
despite the bitter cold
you captured the rising sun
through the lense of your eyes.
how am i supposed to look at the sun the same
when i know she belongs to you?
This poem is about:
Me