by: Adam Gadomski
In the cemetery is where I found you,
Once again crying for the one you lost.
The tears you cried, the breaths you drew
Fell silently on a small wooden cross.
I stood for a moment, sharing your grief,
Because a part of that pain was my own.
Then I crouched next to you, put my lips on your cheek,
Then we stood together and walked home.
That scene still lingered in the back of my mind
Long hours after you fell asleep.
And in that moment I could search, but not find
The peace I so wanted to keep.
So, I turned in my bed and tried to forget
The visions that plagued me with pain.
“It’s time to move on; no time for regrets,”
But still no sleep could I gain.
Adam Gadomski is a student at the State College of Florida.