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I entered the cemetery alone, and quietly,
In the spring—
I was surprised by fragrant rows of shrubbery.
I could do this thing.
His grave was lying there at its ease.
As I stepped up to it, I felt peace.
The blue sky was like any blue sky
And I was like any mourner,
Watched, perhaps, by no one.
My tears trickled into the earth.
Distant sounds from the street
Reminded me how much silence is worth,
Especially the silence of the grave.
I loved him now more than ever.
He once asked, “Is there anything we can save?”
I knew the answer was: nothing.
The next day, at noon, I went away.
I ignored his messages. He died.
I appreciate life more than ever today.
