there is a graveyard in my backyard for everything I’ve ever lostMature

My mother taught me to bury the things I’ve lost.
She told me, let them return to the earth -
let them grow again.
Mostly, these days, I bury the things I’ve loved
that don’t love me back. Mostly, these days,
I sit at their graves and water them
with the evidence of my sadness, 
and I tell myself they will grow again.
Everything returns, everything returns
but not everything returns to me.

The End

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