I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.
I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.
I had you for a while,
then…I lost you to the sea.
Alone in these narrows,
until the day you return to me.