R.I.P. Love, that, was written, on the tombstones…
And, standing in front of this headstone right now, it took me back, to when love was still, very much alive, and, memories all, flooded back to me again.
R.I.P. Love, the tombstone said, and, I started wondering, WHO, had been, lain to rest in this particular spot, could it be, someone special, someone who was loved, and died? R.I.P. Love, it’d said, on your grave, there was, that cross erected, over that freshly dug up burial site………
R.I.P. Love, I’d, already, buried you, but, you kept on, coming, back to life, haunting me, never-endingly, and I can’t understand W-H-Y? I couldn’t save you, so, don’t YOU blame it on me here!!!
R.I.P. Love, written, on this imaginary headstone of my DEAD child, and I still didn’t get a proper burial for “her”, because she had, NEVER, existed, physically, that is………
not my art…
Life, the Obstacle Course 