Sunday, August 3, 2008

graveyard

"you came round
inside the pitch black of your coffin
in the ground
you let your ghost
leak through the earth
above your grave
and coast around
to find your love
that you left behind
inside of this old town"

It's like I'm just waking up.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Heather, I'm not sure if you'll believe me when I say that I've been thinking about you a lot lately, but I hope you do.

I miss your way of looking at the world, even though your sentences were always slightly sad, you were consistently optimistic.

Situationally, I miss our conversations by the river, about your family, and our plans, and everything.

I miss you a lot, and maybe, if you have times some day soon....

maybe we could go sit by the river again?!