New poem - Spoilers for rumoured graveyard scene - please send feedback!
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In a corner of the graveyard
A light shines.

Its rays reach out to me.
They come,
Faintly, tentative,
Tracing with wispy fingers
Her newly scripted name.

Her name.
So well known.
So seldom spoken.
A shadow of life.

I know I should cry.
Tears, grief, a useless passion.
Some place where tears -
Are meant to be shed.
A caring embrace,
A sympathetic shoulder,
A crumpled pillow,
Tender new turf, stained with life.

But I cannot.

Instead I stand.
Silent, unmoving,
As if it was not her,
Cold here, beneath the ground,
But something of myself.

I might have wished it.
Perhaps, given in
To memory's rapturous pain
Indulged in grief
Had I not felt it.
There. Then.
Here. Now.

From the depths of the night,
Something darker.

From the ancient earth,
Something older,
infinitely more wise;

Or not?

I do not know.
I do not care.
All that matters,
Is that he's here;
Now; with me;
After all this time.

Without pause
Without thought
Without care
I sink into his embrace.

Cold. His skin,
Like the grave.
Still. His heart,
Almost like...
The calm after the storm.

Not one word is spoken.
I do not look at him, because
Without seeing,
I know what is there.

And slowly, slowly,
The tears come.
Flooding, drowning, now
After so many years.

A cold shoulder.
A hard embrace.
It is here, that I cry.

He does not move, or offer
Any words of comfort.
He knows,
As I do;
His touch is enough.

And time does not pass
Before the night becomes...
But a dream.
And the day is come.

And with her coming,
He is gone.

For a day.
For a year.
For a lifetime.

I do not know.

I rise.
Cautiously. Still frightened
That the pain will return.
Knowing it will.
It always will.
But also,
That perhaps,
I can fight it.

I walk away.
The night that remains behind me
And with it
Cold arms.
A strong embrace.
Tears, cried.
Hope, restored.

And I know I must forget

That I love him.

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