Rooted – edit

How long
Can I lie on the grave
Still like
The stones
On the gravestone
Grass grows
Under my cheek
My ear to this soil
If I close my eyes
I can hear
Faint murmurs
Her voice
Soft
I caress
The new grass
Soft like
Her voice
How long
Can
I stay
The world
Whorls
Around
But here
Nothing moves
We
Remain,
Remember
If I move
Part of me
Is
Rooted
here
Will be torn
From me
Will remain
Forever

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