This would be her grave.
I go there often to talk to her or
my grandfather who is next to her.
I go there when I’m upset, I go there on my
lunch breaks.
I go there on anniversaries and special dates.
I go there when I
feel like the whole world is caving in on me.
I go there for peace and comfort.
I go there because I can’t hold my angel in my arms.
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