Cemeteries abound in memories.
Dust to dust, bodies vanish.
Headstones inscribed with love
Keep the dead alive—
In names and dates,
In loving memory.
Cemeteries abound in stories,
Stories of the dead—once alive.
Stories of love, sickness, or crime.
Headstones tell different tales:
Some of love,
Some with just names,
Or marked by a single cross.
Cemeteries abound in stories.
Rich, engraved marble mausoleums
Hold histories long gone.
Dates speak of lives cut short
Or lived too long.
Cemeteries abound in stories.
Some tombstones, sparkling clean,
Others lost under overgrown grass,
Speak of love—and its absence.
Flowers on some tell of visits,
by loved ones
Others lie forgotten, covered in dust.
Even in death,
Our stories endure.
My grave lies empty,
Waiting to tell my story.
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