he sat beside her grave
playing his old guitar
like he’d done this for her countless times before
black hat, black boots
marigold flowers
devotion never dies
he sat beside her grave
playing his old guitar
like he’d done this for her countless times before
black hat, black boots
marigold flowers
devotion never dies
color to guide you all home
fragrant golds
spirit’s road
the bridge formed between us
and i ran across it to him
arms open
smile shaping my whole body
lips to his lips
remembering
graveyard tending
not all ghosts sleep
some call to be heard
from across the threshold
we meet once more
dear one,
no one compares to your light.
The smoke forgot my name
the tall light
remembered me
before I did
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