Remembrances

the self-serving acts of visiting the dead
for loneliness sake and to seek to fill a
void which someone you loved has left
behind ... is so vain.

stone-faced sober-minded memories live
on - to a point, ... until no one comes by
to visit anymore...when guilt is consumed
by shame.

when flowers, even the artificial ones,
are usurped by wild weeds - natures way
of saying, "I rule this earth!"

turn away your thoughts for a moment
and the moment is gone as the flesh
slowly morphs into bone - then to dirt.

the sweetest rose goes to you, my love, -
the rest I gave to your neighbors who I
thought could use some cheering up.

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