September 29, 2016

One Day

New graves spring up,

settling in over time,

flush to the ground,

a name and some dates,

with nary a sound.

Each letter looks

like it could be mine,

all brought into focus

revealed in stone.

We say they sleep

but know it's a lie,

they won't awaken,

can't even try.

We'll visit again,

when someone's at home,

perhaps I'll come back

one day on my own.