Right now

on this stop which

I know so well

I speak to you

do you hear me

This place

of dense quiet

where I come often

to catch an impression

of you

As the clouds move in

a vault of darkness

consumes me

a veil of deeper silence

falls around me

The breeze stirs

I wonder if it’s the whispers

of the voices of those

laid to rest here

that I hear

At this moment

your absence weighs

heavy on me

it’s been months

yet it feels fresh and raw

I feel the flames of my anguish

being fanned and stirred alive

my throat has become thick

my breathing irregular

fresh tears are spilled

The ground below me

is still disturbed

it reminds me of a wound

that has not healed

much like my scared soul

The loss of you

is more than I can bear

this being the first

Easter without you

this was your favorite holiday

The pure white lilies

I lay upon your grave

look obscene on the roughened earth 

they will decay here

I force myself to stop this train of thought

Your name an exhalation on my lips

I wonder if I’ll get past this grief

I wonder if I’ll recover and reconnect

with my life again I also wonder

if the living are heard by the dead