blather
interred
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olga



i wasn't there the day they buried you
it still haunts me

but
it's been years since i've been there
to that cemetery

i've thought maybe
i would take my violin
and play the baroque funeral marches i know now


but
i'm afraid to back
i let the deer eat the tulips mom planted
i let grandpa stop by with flowers

ever_since the day
i saw him cry there
my heart clenches at the thought
it's a small square stone
in cold gothic lettering
saying
you're buried there
not what i want to remember

on_second_thought
i've always been relieved i wasn't there that day
to watch them cry
to watch you disappear
swallowed up
feeding the worms
that feed the flowers
that feed the deer

interred

weird
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