by CHRISTIAN
They think I’m crazy
I guess you can say that
But what someone sees effects
The way they perceive reality
Let me take you back to the day my views
Changed
It started on a Tuesday morning
Walking up to the rusted old cemetery fence
Light fog makes it so I can’t see the other side
Cement placing with long since faded names
Rough to the touch but seems smooth
As I kneel before her and all of her glory
I can’t help but see looking across the field
Another family, dressed in black with facades
Knowing fully well that their hearts are in shards
Knowing that they will never get that
Last hug, that last love, that goodbye, last kiss
Will deeply reminisce. But it’s too late now
All you can do is make a fist
I hear the pastor preaching, people sobbing
It’s too much I turn unable to watch
But I hear the casket being lowered
I feel my eyes turn moist
My vision getting misty
I turn my head back to its original position
To get back to task, I look up to ask why
But not expecting an answer
I drop my Rose, glance once at the grave
In front of me
It’s bittersweet really, after all these years
Me being here
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