DW ( / Israel)

A Grave Dying Goodbye Thing Poem

today i walked by your grave
i cleaned it up but nothing changed.
you're still there, buried in the ground
and i'm still here, just wandering around.

and wherever you are, i just want to know:

do i run across your mind?
do you think about me?
are there somtimes
when it hurts to just believe
that we'll be together one day
as long as i can help it
and i can't really say
how long it will be..

but do you still love me?

by Desiree Whitamore

Comments (1)

We can only hope that dying is also living a new dimension of life itself, where we can join again with somebody we loved! High marks.