She sits on the gravestone
Fingers playing with the shriveled shrubs of grass
She speaks to them
Tells them about her day
She feels close to them near the earth for that's where they lay
"Mum, Dad I'm sorry."
She exhales, breath fogging before her
"I never told you I love you."
Her eyes close with misty tears
"I love you."
Their voices flow through her mind
Memories past
Her lids drift shut as she stays close
Close to their bones
Tears flowing down the side of her cheeks watering the flowers below
"I'm sorry."
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Translation: I love you
YOU ARE READING
3am verses
PoetryWords pulled together at a delirious 3am while I lay in bed staring at my ceiling. Cover by the lovely: @sarngy Don't be shy go check out her things they're good 🙈
