cemetery walk

one boot, two boot, step step

walking

among

many

far


close



souls

children infants elderly

all loved by many

some alone
others acompinied...
by...flowers,figures,flags,lights.

why did they have to go?
what are their stories?
im not understanding the voices, all a blurr.

hit by a car?
drug overdose?
old age?


she was 6 months, 4, 42.
what did the sweetchild do?
why is she gone?

they speak to me in ways...nobody could ever.

feeling come about, all diffrent, some old, new.

why her child? what happened? he or she would have been so loved, for so long. they ever met he or she but they already loved her, him much. though he she came...early...to early...family wept...mother blamed herself..her body,



DEFECTIVE
like
a scratch and

dent
sale.

though not seen, heard or felt. they will always be there, to love you, and care for you. to be there when you feel

...........alone..........

and they will always love you.


look up they are

the pinholes in the curtains of

heaven





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