BY YOUR GRAVE
by Eric Lee Baker

Breathing -
shallow, quiet... slowing

your eyes
search for warmth in mine

like the dying embers
of a raging fire

Touching your skin 
white 
on the sheets you lay upon
cold - smooth and clutching

Crying -
cursing death between quivering lips,
yet praying for my own

Falling - to my knees...
desolate
alone...
hurting.

my head drops slowly to the ground
- and I sleep forever 
weeping by your grave

 

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