we stand here like stangers
tears and flowers and faces
roughened and ruined
we are joined by one thought, one question
how to remember.
how to go on
without you
you came and left,so fast
long awaited child.
you lingered just long enough
to give the best of life
we had so little time to love
and oh, we did.
somehow we have that now.
it is very cold in the cemetery
this january morning.
as we draw in windy, winter breath
we carry ourselves one more step.