After Living

why must I visit
the graveyard
so often

the place
my nightmares live

headstones
in crooked rows

marking the soil
where my hope bleeds

I visit in pain
I visit in regret
I visit in slow retrace

why do I keep coming back?

what do I want to find?

the ghost to catch my tears
the bat to nurse at my heart

the graveyard inside me

where flowers grow