...but ths is where I am

I found you there, in the cemetary
Sitting amongst the crumbling headstones,
Dead flowers rotting at your feet.

I found you there, with a cloud over your head.
Dark and drab,
Dreadfully quiet,
Like the last dying leaves of an Autumn tree,
Dark and dingy, brown and orange.

I found you there, hands cracked and peeling.
Clawing at the ground upon which you sat,
Broken fingernails and bloody knuckles,
Your eyes dead, waiting for sleep, for death
Eyes, that have seen the world for what it was, cold, shallow, lonely.

I found you there, your back against the well.
Poisoned grass that turns to ashes at your fingertips,
looking down at me, remembering my face.

I found you there, standing at my grave.

• A former member wrote: That was amazing, it had such strong imagery...
  
  
• A former member wrote: you're brilliant.. i loved the way you separated the two poems ..but both found each other to reunite...
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 14, 2007, Tania (235) wrote:
  
  This is wonderful.. i can only echo everyone else.. a lovely write.. dark and powerful.. i enjoyed this.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 14, 2007, Mylissa (1128) wrote:
  
  the ending was powerful and brought together the whole poem. great job.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 14, 2007, Dark Nymph (55) wrote:
  
  Wondefully dark and I love the imagery. Awesome job
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 14, 2007, Mab (1198) wrote:
  
  wow.I loved the contrast from the last one.the imagery was perfect and that last line...such an end!
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 14, 2007, cucuio (170) wrote:
  
  Dark, still gorgeous, but dark. And I imagine not a good place to be.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 14, 2007, The Shattered Heart (52) wrote:
  
  Wow....great write as always. :)