"In Memoriam" by Juliette Sebock
In Memoriam
It must sound strange,
to hear me say
that I miss spending time
in cemeteries.
I can't help but think back
to walking through the gravestones
to take flowers to a relative
I never got to meet,
lay Tootsie Rolls at the feet
of a sports star killed too young,
leave pennies to rust,
leave eroded brown-tinged circles on stones.
It's been too long since I sat on a bench,
winded from running for my life,
from my life, so it naturally led me back
to death.
It's been too long since I sat among the weeds
and imagined them to be flowers,
fought the fading sky light to take
photographs, leave them on an old camera
to rot away.
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