i do not know you
yet I’m drawn to sit beside
this moss stained stone
here in shade where pine cones fall
drenched by April’s constant rain
here I sit where songbirds’ notes
sing mournful songs from tiny throats
where bluebells gather at your feet
and ivy clings to dampened ground
here beneath forget me nots
your buried bones reach out to me
i swear I heard a muffled cry
here i sit alone with thoughts
of why a child should breathe her last
of why a child from decades past
should early die
should touch my heart
an open grave
should kiss my cheek
as I walk by