I went to the cemetery today and as I sat down at strangers tombstone I noticed a beautiful woman standing at the foot of someone's grave, and I thought to myself I wonder who she's here visiting... a son?... a daughter?, sibling? A Lover?
and then I thought to myself what if that had been you standing 6 feet above me... with tears in your eyes... or maybe you would be numb to it by then. Just part of your daily routine when you were able to fit it in... and there I would be always waiting on your return no longer existent in the physical but embracing you in the spiritual... and you'd laugh at whatever memory you were searching for to take you back to a place and time where my touch was real, my laugh still heard, and my love still felt. And in ritualistic fashion you drop the flowers to ground, look up to the sky smile and reminisce on all the time we spent.
Author Notes: This is my first I know there probably a billion grammatical errors I’ve never formally written anything. I hope to get some clarity as to where I can improve and become better as this is my passion. Again thank you for all your time. I love you all.
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