Aa Harvey

Taken

Taken

In this graveyard I sit and inhale the smoke.

As I sit, I read names, dates and quotes.

He was this and she was that.

They didn’t escape death…that is all I know.

Roses among the moss, the raindrops begin to fall down;

I stare into the dying sunlight and see images through clouds.

Then I see another mourner, praying to God;

We are both dressed in black, but she is no Goth.

She is just lost and has lost someone she loved;

I will not disturb her in her time of grief,

But I will glance at the grave stone when she is gone

And I am heading home, past all the head stones.

What is this sadness that surrounds us all in this place?

They have all been taken away.

Etchings and numbers like nineteen forty seven;

Names no longer remembered now they have all risen to Heaven.

Families reunited, never truly divided;

Always nearby if needed, inside a guiding light.

I kissed a girl and I kind of liked it;

But now her kisses are bitter to the thought,

Now she has been taken from my life.