For Her
Heavy footsteps through the snow
To find the marker set below
Her.
To see letters and numbers etched
Into name and dates
Finalizing the event
In stone.
Mind wandering back through time
Still can’t comprehend the crime
Committed.
But weren’t we all committed
Into psych ward
Mistakenly called a home
With you?
Desperate to escape
Before that final act called rape
Of family.
You plundered our innocence
Because you needed it
To fuel your sick will
To live.
Staring at your stone
My soul lets out a groan
For you.
For her, for us, for all we knew
The myth, the fraud, it all breaks through
My heart.
Shredding it to pieces
Pain tearing a path
Eyes lifting up to see
Her heart.
I leave you behind
Impossible for me in real life
But now I can
For her.
Forging my way up the hill
To her heart, that still
Stone.
Irony not lost, she is at the top
You are at the bottom
Places we did not choose, but were given
To us.
“Love never ends”, words I chose
For her
Forever engraved in hard granite
For everyone who passes by to know
Her beauty.
My love will never end
This truth I can defend
As I finally transcend
My circumstances
My grief
My suffering
My anguish
My guilt
My hate
My bitterness
My confusion
My anger
My agony
Letting it all go
For one pure moment in time
In that white-washed cemetery
For her.
As a fellow poet, these words transcend the comprehension of a world. Cold. Merciless.
“It takes more than eyes to see,”
-Dustin Bates