Grave

There are rotting flowers
upon your grave –
grieving their loss
and becoming one
with the dust of your bones.

I wonder how many days will pass
until your name will be buried
alongside your body;
how many days will pass
until my mind will stop carrying your burden.

There are rotting flowers
upon your grave –
I will bring fresh flowers tomorrow
and the day after that
until I forget to remember.

Jehona Thaqi©