I Much too Much Miss Thee

As I go on by~

I can only imagine~

The soft green grass~

On the hill where you lie.

I can see from my path~

The flowers that sit on your knoll~

As for a fleeting moment my mind feels at home~

Knowing loving hands set them there ten fold.

I do not stop~

For it might hurt too much~

Relinquished now to only conceive~

A walk to visit your resting place where it be.

Upon your grave~

The dirt had been laid~

How quickly to cover you~

The grass grew to~

Still discern a different shade.

I know I never stop~

As I often go on by~

For I am not ready yet~

Since you have died.

I envision a closer look~

As I strain to see ~

The different grave stones~

That accompany thee.

Your stone has not been placed~

Only a few flowers~

To everyone’s eyes~

Distinguish your grave.

I am sorry, yet so far~

I hasten not to stop~

For I know I can not handle~

Your now resting spot.

Just for now~

You must know I care~

For walking into where you lay~

I am not strong enough to be that brave.

Oh yes I know~

Your spirit is not there~

I do believe you are now happy and free~

Yet still your grave close up~

I can not bear to see.

As I go on by~

I can only imagine~

The soft green grass~

On the hill where you lie.

I can see from my path~

The flowers that sit on your knoll~

As for a fleeting moment my mind feels at home~

Knowing loving hands set them there ten fold.

I am sorry~

I know you were so good at visiting loved ones in~

The cemeteries. ~

I only hope you understand~

I can not as of yet~

Stop to see~

The resting spot of your body.

Again I continue on~

Not stopping to walk the green hill beyond~

Forgive me please~

For I much too much~

Miss thee.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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