Something was familiar

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.
Another man
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)


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