One-sided Conversations

Lilly Hamon

 

In this scene I sit at your grave, 
and put a flower in the vase that your mother uses.
Cold gravel crackles under my feet;
I hope your mother is okay. 
I look at the old picture of your face, 
the you that isn’t silver dust
and I ask you, 
do you think it’s possible to fall out of love with the dead?
This is just a scene I play in my head
because it’s disrespectful to tell the dead
that the world has kept on moving. 
I place a lipstick kiss on grey-veined marble
and say, 
sometimes I think they took you
so that I could find where I needed to go
they chopped away my roots to make me weightless enough
to drift away from this place. 

You don’t tell the dead these things. 

(Perhaps, I tell you as I feel you reading over my shoulder
this is what it feels like to reach the end of grief. 
Perhaps I haven’t fallen out of love; 
you’ve just become less of a centre-point, 
and more of a companion.)

Image from Pixabay

Image from Pixabay


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Lilly is a freelance writer, editor and artist who loves working on new projects and keeps forgetting to look for a Real Job. She is writing two novels at the moment and trying to find the time to get better at art along the way. You can contact her at lilly.hamon@hotmail.com or commission some artwork from her at https://lillywhiteart.tumblr.com/commissions