Monument

a memory for two....

Her life
Read like an epitaph
From seventeen on.
Wanting to hear the voice
Of the woman
Soon left me on my knees
As evergreens shoulder distant eyes.
But as I begin to follow
The outer edges of the stone
With my shaky fingers,
My eyes trickle like water
Seeping out of a rock wall slowly
Down its face until they land
Upon the soil and is absorbed.
But as the wind whispers from behind,
Feels as if her fingers
Run lightly through my hair
As if here to say goodbye.
I stand up and look at the sun-
The blur just too much.
The tissue left behind
Tears touching her name.