I visited your grave today
but didn’t find you there.
I wiped away the dirt and sap,
scrubbed the stone to make it shine,
then, empty handed, walked away.
Each visit makes me face the truth:
Life can’t be found in a grave.
Your soul resides somewhere else now.
Despite the protection of an expensive vault,
I know what happens to bodies over time.
So I walked away reminded to look for you in the future.
It will be sweeter than our best days in the past.
When dry bones come to life,
you will be there.
Alive again;
whole and well.
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