Untitled 2/20/20

I fall to my knees
Feeling the chill of the dirt beneath me
I stare at my hands as they instinctively clench the ground
My entire body going tense
The tears begin the fall down my cheeks as the tension releases
I breathe in the cold night air
Looking around, I notice how dead the forest is
Even the trees themselves look dead in the moonlight
I don’t know why I’m here
It’s been so long and yet the small tombstone remains at the base of this oak
I never planned on returning
But something inside me broke the minute I drove back into town
I couldn’t make it through a single night before I found my way back
So here I am
Kneeling in front of your grave
Wishing for one last conversation
Wishing to hear your voice
Wishing I could have saved you