September sun envelops this Indian summer day,
warming landscaped gardens set in elegant array.
But dormant memories reappear, of another time,
and icy winter chills begin to surface
in my spine.
High atop protected beds
are stones of bronze and gold
which tastefully pay tribute
to the loved ones they behold.
Dedicated workers immaculately keep
this placid place where silence rings eternal,
as I weep.
Dearest, I don't think of you so often anymore
or how your unjust illness
diminished our rapport.
Time has slowly closed my wound, open for so long,
and agonizing grief has passed
when I hear our song.
Someone very special was sent me from above.
Please agree to share with him
my everlasting love.
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