The summer rays are cleaving
The green among the headstones;
I seek you out for counsel
For I have lost my light –
But there in silence, seething
I’m tossed about like red bones;
And I gain not an ounce until
I wander home at night
I do not hear you scold me
Nor fears, will you allay them:
For few the words you told me
When you were here
To say them
Beautiful.
You remind me of something I need to do.
What is that?
Overdue visit for my father…
Beautifully written