gravedigger

someone
needs to stay behind
to dig the graves
to remember
we’d once lived
we’d once loved
aye, the way a woman
tosses her hair
to clear it from her eyes
and then stares
deep into the soul of a world
if anyone might notice
I rememeber her
— the way she moves
like a shadow slipping though the brush
the night air cool upon her skin
her hips, tracing ellipses
her stride, a gypsy’s dance
her perfume, lingering, still
taking my breath
when doubt comes to live
to stay
within in a heart, darkened
growing larger
than hope’s wishfulness
it’s not just, it’s unfair
to whisper
more of our promises
lovers
but, I did
and I have
I fell in love
with the girl
who had sad eyes
those that stare deep
into the collective soul
of this world
tho, as it always ends
someone–
needs to stay behind
to dig the graves
to remember
we’d once lived
we’d once loved

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