by Sarah Thursday
I buried you
When you left
It was supposed to be for good
I dug your grave
I mourned you for two years
Your death was crushing
But I had your funeral
I said my goodbyes
And I moved on
Fourteen years passed
Scars healed
Memories faded
It was final
Or so I thought until the mail came
Your name on the envelope
It gripped my breath
To see your grave broken
You were shiny at my door
All flesh and bone
Not decayed
You watered the dust
And grew flowers
Of apologies and regret
Dead hopes, dead dreams
All singing sun bright
Who wouldn’t be sprung
Who wouldn’t feel
Miraculous intervention
And long for faith
In redemption
In divinity
I buried you
I dug your grave
You were never supposed
To rise again
You were never supposed
To be here
At my door
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Very fine piece expressing universal sentiments that many of us, I imagine, can relate to. I know I'll be careful going through my mail for the next few days.
ReplyDeletePowerful piece. There is healing in cathartic writing. Thank you, Sarah.
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel your breath catching as I read this .....
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