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Graveyard [1]

 

 

 

 

Sitting in the gardens,

admiring flower beds,

will you still remember me,

when I am long dead?

 

Reflections on my past life,

no longer hurt my heart,

for they are now just stories,

from which I am apart.

 

Mental chatter ceases,

calm imbues my soul,

wisdom and compassion,

start to make me whole.

 

Although I’m reminiscing,

of all that never was,

I still miss you dearly,

no reason just – because…

 

© When I am Dead 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Graveyard [1] (Photo credit: Simon Cocks)