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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)