saw a bouquet of
weathered
flowers
toppled by
your
headstone, the
wind must
have
thrown another
lonesome
tantrum
though it’s true i
don’t know
you
i get how much
little things
mean,
missing those who
can no longer
be caressed
or seen,
so i return your
flowers to
their
rightful
place,
where tears rinse
a graveyard
of grey.
Grumpy Gorman
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