On This Day
A poem
Published in
Nov 24, 2023
crumbled dust of memories
etched upon a stone, in grey
recording sadness by degrees
nothing more that one can say
last rites cannot be unspoken
by an iron will within
vows that will remain unbroken
someone outside looking in
words of sadness, one lone tear
for a lost soul all alone
all that’s left behind, I fear
just an epitaph on stone
