The Graveyard Of Your Soul

I walk through your tombstones
in the clear morning air
all the things you choose to bury there
each marked in your precise hand
I marvel at the care you gave
in giving each its name and place
the dates of birth and death
of all your troubles, etched in stone
I know no one could rub them out
so I don't even give it a try
I never even ask you why
because there is no coaxing
those spirits out of you
you, so bold and out in the light of day
but so hidden and scared when
the darkness passes across your face
while I watch the sunlight fade
move across those immovable stones
in the afternoon, and night moves me
I shiver, wrap your sorrows around me
to keep out this chill that you have spread
around this graveyard of your soul
only you know