James
I walked to the graveyard earlier yesterday
The one that causes all the dead ends in my neighborhood
Rolling hills and greener pastures just over a chain-link fence
I walked the loop
Stopping every few minutes to brush leaves off of the markers, so that their names may face the setting sun
I read the years aloud and ponder the history
I thought about the countless few who I have walked this pathway with
Those who have since moved away
I can see her house from here.
Picturing myself sitting on her carpeted floor again
Pastel walls covered in stickers and pictures and posters
The soft hum of a bass guitar as I pretend to drum along
I walk towards the entrance, to the praying statue of the namesake
Think back once more to valentine's day a couple of years ago
Walking the loop with friends so I can feel a little less fake
Dancing to bauhaus and to siouxsie as we slip into the snow
Though I lingered on ice for a moment, swimming inside the shallow bank
I played it off as making snow angels and brushed myself off
It wasn't very convincing but it sufficed for the moment, I think
We went back to the dance before parting ways
I could find them so easily, I think to myself
Easier than finding a name on a tombstone at least
Maybe i'm just not meant to dwell in the past like this
The future is a brighter path
I say to myself, at least, as I walk through the dark
Daylight saving can only take me so far
I trust in my direction and follow the streetlights
And try not to stare so intently at the stars
Later that night out of boredom I look up the place on google maps
I think about the kind of person to leave a 2-star review on a cemetery
Maybe they're in the third stage of grief whilst online
Or maybe they've been there before