Kissing Her Gravestone
Nov 4 · 1 min read
A Poem
kissing her grave stone
standing in front of her parents
we all end
all of us under this tent
shovel full of what went
behind us when we made
promises to ourselves
reminders of what
we thought we would
act like
how we would write letters
kiss each other
gently
catching the scent
of our family
the room that would
unite us
divided by
years passed


