Graveyard

Graveyard

Something in the dark catches my eye.
A memory of you just drifted by

I see a slight movement, can it be?
No, only the breeze through leaf of tree,

I look at the stone, down at my feet
And I read the words carved in it, so neat

Then up above, to the night sky,
And over my shoulder where ladies cry,

As I leave this place where dead people live
I don’t want to forget you, I want to forgive.