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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1010270
I sat next to my cousin's grave on the anniversary of his death.
They rest in a garden of scarlet sapphire
Each night and every day
Watching over those they love
Showing them the way

I sat on the edge of that garden
And watched but never saw
The likely shapes of people lost
But still they drew my awe

So dark that night and without clouds
The moon, a slivered crescent
A fullness that surrounded me
In an emptiness so incessant

It’s okay to lose control
To break down in front of them
As I held a lone flower in my hand
Fingering the long stem

I spoke, for once, between the sobs
Candid to a stone
No one ever hears these words
About feeling so alone

The grass grew damp, the air chilled
Tears had dried away
A heavy weight was lifted
I arranged my small bouquet

Moonlight glistened over the words
Sparkling without a flaw
Keep them close now, without fear
Sans dieu rien

I ran my fingers over the name
Gave one last look around
My living soul, completely alone
The silence so profound

Dreading the long walk back to reality
Farther from heaven with each pace
Watch over me and keep me safe
Don’t let me fall from grace
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