Gravestones

By Cole Douglas Hennessy

Yes, I am present yet again

To have your tasty toxic drink.

It’s hard to shut or stop you when

You rudely seize the thoughts I think.

And yet, you’re welcome any time

Without it being wrong or right.

I’ll answer that hypnotic chime

Regardless of the day or night.

But now you have me feeling gray-

Unsure if I should quench the yearn,

Or wait until my final day

In case of that surprise return.

II

A heavy exhale leaves my chest

When I’m reminded of your acts.

Despite your set eternal rest,

You lived a life of no relax.

Your traces show the things you gave

As well as what they all became.

I walk along the path you pave

But not without a head of shame,

For all you did was help me out

At times when I was stressed and strained.

Instead of living on in clout,

The bad encounters made it stained.

Although I missed my only chance

To give you thanks and show respects,

If I continue with the dance,

You are the thing the crowd inspects.

III

Oh no, oh please do not be so.

The moment life dissolved away

Could not have happened long ago.

Concluding on an unknown day,

It never occurred to me

The end of being wasn’t far.

A vessel stashed with boundless glee

Should flourish longer than a star.

The region of emotion, swirled

Within my shattered heart, has cried

Because the grimly withered world

Has not been better since you died.

A rosy future stopped so short

Creates thoughts of things so strange-

Inverted matters of the sort-

The sole potential worth of change.

But worry not my dearest dream,

Forever gorgeous shall you be.

Although you’ve flown far down the stream

Your soul resides inside of me.

By Cole Douglas Hennessy