Elizabeth
February 9, 2024 at 12:48 PM
I’ll see you at the grave, my dear friend,
Where lie in silent peace without an end
Your father, mother, and a million more
Of those you once held dear at your core.
I’ll brush the snow off the crown and stone,
Alas, I am the last – your kin are ash and bone.
And so you come… as if a ghost, and at thy back,
Just like a cloud that brings a storm, all black,
I swear I can see a pair of wings,
But their colour holds no holy things.
And you have come… Yet day by day,
You are getting farther and farther away!
It’s only at the grave that we are close,
United by the breathing of remorse.
Notes:
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