Cemetery

Written after my first visit to the cemetery to the grave of my late husband

CEMETERY

I won't be going there again, Dear Heart
You aren't there; I know you never were.
What we left there that lovely summer day
Was never you, but just your empty shell
No longer needed, worn out, cast aside
The final glad disrobing of the soul
That we call death.

You aren't there. I know you never were.
If it was granted you to be somewhere
Upon this earth again for just an hour
You would not choose a mournful place,not you!
You'd find a happy place to spend that time
A place where we remember joy, not pain.
Dear Heart, I won't be going there again.