The Cemetery

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The mist was silent

I was screaming, raging

making no sound

as I sat

on the cold metal chair

staring out

making no eye contact

Voices quietly from

around me

but no one I could recognize

or even understand

Breathing didn't matter

and the mist was chilling

to the bone

One by one people began to leave

and confusion was everywhere

slamming me into that chair

unable to move

Everything that mattered,

every reason I was alive

was here

and she was never going to leave

the willow standing there

would still grow

the dirt mound

they moved to cover her

would be fruitful again

but she won't

and my legs won't move

Twenty three years

this willow tree

shades her

from the world

Twenty three years

of not knowing why

she had to miss this

Graduating High School

and College

wedding

grandchildren

divorce

my life

Twenty three years

it's taken me

to realize

she hasn't missed

a single minute of it

I

just

didn't

see

her

Open your eyes.

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