Sixteen. 6 Feet Under.

Where were you buried, dear?

I’ve been turning stones & digging up tombs

needing to be sure what they say is true.

I’ve crossed graveyards and checked the highways

stepped through backyards and searched that entire old town.

And nothing of you remains

not a seen thing to be found.

Where were you buried, dear?

I don’t know how to believe the story

adding numbers and facts that just cannot be true.

We crossed our hearts

we said never die

stepped across state lines

we pledged the promise of Life.

and nothing of you remains

not an ounce, not a pixel,not a part in sight.

Where were you buried, dear?

I must rest on one existential note

fighting silhouettes and memories

I am certainĀ  that it is all true

purely because all I have is a

mere

ghost

of you.

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