Headstone

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Silent headstone greets the eyes 

They don't sparkle like yours in the picture.

Dead flowers, dead leaves, and stones mark your slot,

Layers of dust and mud are your weighted blanket. 

Almost 18 months have passed in a blurry

Of tears, sleepless nights, disbelief, 

When dreams of you seem clearer than the reality without you.

"I wish I could tell you this, I wonder what you would've thought of that", 

Daily reminders that you're no longer here.

Almost six months ago I saw your headstone.

I hate going back to it.

You're there and you're not. 

I think I felt your presence, maybe it was just the wind whispering to leave you be. 

So much to be done, so much to be said,

A reality without you is hard-hitting,

Laughter without you seems unfair, 

Crossing milestones in my life, you won't be there. 

Your silent headstone will greet the eyes for another 18 months  

And just like the wind, you will blow away. 

But like the still waters of a lake completely at rest, 

You will truly be free.