The rain has covered it up, I think.
I’ve been walking so long,
holding the flowers so long,
so tight, since the cemetery.
I should have left the roses there.
That was the plan.
But I held on to them tight,
thinking, stupidly, they were you.

The empty raining road,
no one paid me any mind,
but now that it’s getting more crowded
and I realize the mess I’ve made,
I’m glad it’s gotten dark.

I must look a fright.
You looked so wonderful today.

I should probably get to a hospital.