Decay and become damaged

Who governs these graveyards
walking across tombstones green
soft grass

maybe the women we loved
with beautiful hair
fought wars for
cummed in
held hands and never wanted to let go
nuzzled necks so soft
peach fuzz

we came to crossroads in our life

left them

crying in the dirt

wearing a light blue 1940's shirtwaist dress

regretting i owned a rear view mirror

would they bother to visit
or is it too much to bear

did i break off a piece of my soul and leave it with them
i'd really like to think so

i bet they burned it
or buried it
as deep as they could dig
fingernails bleeding
because they tossed away the shovel
it was more personal than that

though i don't deserve to sleep at night
i simplify my actions
running the days thoughts through my mind
last years
reading messages i sent
letters returned to sender
with words i could not take back

i mean't what i said

claws split me open
der Teufel
and this monster crawls out again
8 feet of dirt couldn't hold him back

walking under bur oaks
acorns cover the ground

a nearby family visits a loved one
kneels
prays
whatever it is they do that makes them feel better

maybe Love is something that is freely given
even to a stranger
in a passing glance

even with all the hate in our aching souls
they could not silence the child in each of us
calling for mom
or dad
others that we use to have

what remains

compassion for what this world turns us into

you quelled the pain in me
even if just for a time
even if it came back 10 fold

for that you have my Love