Valentine's Day in the Graveyard

The worst day to run
In the graveyard, our feet
Crunching the gravel and dirt
So brilliantly alive
Amidst the cars and black coats
And blurred faces,
Flowers for the lost ones.

Two rows of chairs
An old man
The only one left
He touches the casket
His hand recedes into his pocket
His face downward, he walks away
The gravedigger
And us
We are the only ones left

Silent and dark
But our breath fogs the air
And our hearts and feet pound
So vibrant

The snow starts, soft and white
And magical
The world twisted sideways
A snapshot of perfect life.





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