Something was familiar about the scene playing out in front of me.
I hadn’t noticed the shy seperation of Graham,
but I did see that he was gone.
Another man would have
left a flower from the bouquet he was holding.
may have simply touched the marker, named in her honour.
But it was Graham, he’s a sort of Renaissance Man,
whose whispers and tears became so heavy a load
as they entwined in his head with the love he had for her,
he found it his duty to part without a wake behind him –
to leave his love without even a kiss goodbye.
I’ll bet you did not know that when you’re dead, you can still see who comes to your funeral.
DLD, july 1st, for T10/6S (bold words)