In living memory

Dearest,

My head rests heavy on your grave stone
I planted it in my favourite part of the garden
Visiting you here fills me grief and melancholy
Yet still, I drag my weary bones here everyday

I remember our times in the sun as it were only yesterday
Full of adventure, careless and so free
Whenever I needed you or you me
We needed only to fall in to already outstretched arms

For so long had we been each others lives
I had started foolishly believing that you are my forever
That when life is said and done
That we could part ways on my terms - maybe even on your terms

I loved you, I loved who I was around you
I miss you, I miss who I am with you
I mourn you, I mourn who I am without you
I resent you, I resent that you are whole without me

So dearest,

For now I will take solace in visiting this burial place of kinship
That marks the end of us and the start of you and them
I will share my stories through this monument
And maybe over time this stone will stop looking so new..

Author's Note

Attempting prose. All feedback most welcome.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So sad and touching; I was grieving along with the poet. Glad you are keeping the memory alive. Stay strong. Loss is hard.