In Memorium: Dorothea Eady, 1951-1969
You leaned over and kissed my
cheek Before closing the car door. Thanks for being my friend, you said; But a few months later you were dead.
You wrote me a letter to say You prayed to God for release. My last letter to you
came back stamped Return to Sender: Deceased.
I strained then to comprehend The meaning of de-cease-- Just as I strain now To remember your face.
Decaying memories and stray
implications Are all I possess at this remove. I wonder, is there anyone else Who mourns your loss?
I steal a plastic rose Off someone else's grave So I can photograph yours, Marked only
in my own heart.
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