The Graveyard

By: Jessa Boutte

she walks

head bent against the cold

and the weight of grief

shoving her down



her black hair blows

in the wind around her head

i call out and she turns

her green eyes searching

for the dead that she can’t see



i remember my hair flowing

across the thin pillow

machine’s endless beeping

obliterating all other sound

the endless pain

crashes over in waves



she stands over me

says i’ll be alright

but i know i

won’t



the darkness descends

two voices

beaten and

silenced to

one



I end here



I turn my head

And look at the

Neat orderly

Rows

The grey and red showing even through the

mist



The ground looks clod and hard and

Dead



The trees bend over

The weight of grief pushing them down

I remember her

Hair flowing

Green eyes laughing

On top of the world until she

Wasn’t

The endless falling

And lies

Her black hair flowing over the pillow

I push it back and tell her she’ll be alright

But I know she won’t

Machine’s endless beeping silenced

Two voices

Beaten and

Silenced to

One

But I must continue