Two years later I returned,
Tears long dried on my cheeks,
Perhaps to open a new wound.
May 7, 2012
Was carved in the stone--
In my heart.
The moss and clovers
Seemed to have a certain fantastical glow
Which made me wonder:
Was the earth fertilized by your beautiful soul and theirs,
Or by the tears of me and others who had also lain flowers there?
