I have visited your grave, many times
Not in actuality but in my mind.
Seeing the graveside flowers, and studying them so
The people in the photos, the ones I know
Sometimes, we don’t actually have to be present
To feel such a presence.
Life went on without you in it
People adapted, things changed, from it
But something for me was magnified,
I never realized it, and how it applied
Here I was mourning the chance of never meeting you
Yet I did, it is true
I was held by you, once
I was loved by you, and heard your voice
No, it did not last for my lifetime, but it did in yours.
You once held my hand,
Heard me cry,
I have struggled with this, I don’t know just why.
You knew me, I knew you not
I have such a huge heart knot
I will wish until my dying days
To had known you, in all ways.
Until then, I will revisit your grave
The one in photos, the place where you lay.
Studying the people and flowers so
Sometimes, we do not have to be present
To feel someone’s presence.
MwsR ❤
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