10.17

I find myself here from time to time

The stillness surronds 

and there is a quiet

To see who once was a

Son of

Daughter of

Husband of

Wife of.

Some stones glisten, a sign of care and newness

Then the stones that can't be read

Stone wore smooth from the wind and rain

but ultimitaly a consequnece of the time.

All of it a consequence of time.

A guilt can wash over

No one here belongs to me

And I belong to no one.

but somehow I believe

that just a whisper of a name

somehow gives life again.