The Way the Leaves Swirl


There's something about cemeteries; being at peace around the dead
The calmness, The nature
The way the wind picks up, the way the leaves swirl

I'm sitting here
Dead of winter
Freezing
And enjoying every second
I'm having coffee with my grandparents
I don't care about anything else

Being here brings clarity, peace, serenity
Many say a cemetery must bring darkness and sadness
The closer I am to this grave the better I feel
I'm having coffee with my grandparents
I don't care about anything else

Sometimes we talk, sometimes we sit in silence
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't

Some might say this isn't healthy
People see therapists every day, how is this any different?
This is my therapy
This is my peace
I'm having coffee with my grandparents
I don't care about anything else.

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