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I've yet to step too close to the earth you lie beneath.
I stare across the yard over the squeaky white gate.
I know I am not ready to open it with intention to sit by your side.
Honeysuckle cascades over the fence row,
Bees generously coated in pollen dance just above,
Sprinkling yellow dust over your grave.
Much like the nectar of a honeysuckle flower,
My lips brushed your cheek but for a single sweet moment,
And then your life was spent.
© caspershay
I stare across the yard over the squeaky white gate.
I know I am not ready to open it with intention to sit by your side.
Honeysuckle cascades over the fence row,
Bees generously coated in pollen dance just above,
Sprinkling yellow dust over your grave.
Much like the nectar of a honeysuckle flower,
My lips brushed your cheek but for a single sweet moment,
And then your life was spent.
© caspershay
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