There were days when I wished for the sun. There were nights when I looked after the moon. Then things became quiet as if alone in a cave.
There was so much symmetry
In the cemetary it just made you want to stay
As if planted in cement
the similitude was not in headstones
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I studied grief
weeds in my garden
I hoped they would be
no longer or deeper
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You have always been my hero
With your brave and sullen face
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