The Cemetary

An old man stood alone on the side of the road
Looking down at his heart
In the palm of his soul
Time numbed a body froze
Alone on the side of the road
He puzzled over the cracks on the map
That changed his direction and ripped him back
The day was warm but he stood cold
Alone on his empty road
From behind the old man
A familiar hand took his in its grasp
He lifted his head
And through all of the pain
simultaneously,
He laughed
As tears welled up
He knew her touch
He turned to a face he'd missed so much
And in her eyes he realized
She had never left his side