Come and tell me of all the places you have been
While I am here
Underneath the daisies.
Tell me about how moss still grows
In the cracked pave-stones of your childhood backyard
And how you broke your ankle in a cycling accident
A week after you left the country,
A month after they buried me here.
I don't get many visitors,
I don't have conversations with the roots
Of daisies or earthworms so
Come and talk to me
So I am not alone
Not again
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
