How strange, this day as then
when first I stood by your grave
all I thought of was the rain
the wind couldn't hurt you
but the rain
the little animals and
time itself
all of these would line up to destroy you
it felt like a wound being teased by fire
at the same time I knew how silly it was
Feelings are not brainy, razorsharp tools
no tools for a deep digging mind
feelings are like the sea, moveable
shifting with the wind, always overwhelming
often unrealiable and misleading
I hated each rain drop falling on your grave
in realitity it fell on my heart with an eroding might
nothing as vulnerable as the dead and the mourner
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