treading among the headstones,
and given to bleak solitude, I brave thee.
you would never have rested here,
and for this, I know not why I've come.

maybe to visit others,
and to enquire of you?
but they were strangers in life
and so should they be
for eternity. we know only
those whom we embrace.

and so I've collected myself upon
this odd place of remembrance,
a place of no one I truly can recall.
perhaps seeking the solace in anonymity,
and among all those in committee, presently.

if I may be allowed such a jest
it is for those moments I never allowed myself
to know you, but only the inconsequentials.
I come here not to grieve,
but alas,
for respite.