The Graveyard

these damp, familiar nights I spend
wandering through those asphodel fields
drifting in memory - thinking of you
wondering if you're in these stars

What if you're the same?
What if you're drifting along?
Maybe it takes forever of this
For me to say "I love you"

nights slaughtered with longing
steps poisoned with wishes
laying, staring up at the space
into the black and white above

yet I'm helpless in the night
as each blow sets into this skin
it seems the stars are leaving soft trails -
a glittering twilight escape in your direction

thunder and lightning settle over now
as every slipping tear thickens;
and my lifeless eyes finally shut;
 and a last breath crawls out.

I think the night is my grave.

The End

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