Night walk

I’ll walk to the cemetery tonight and find you

like we did in college

when phones were fat with squiggly tails

and I always hoped it was you

I’d start off up the hill above my dorm

soft jeans and sensible shoes

loud, blue parka

nothing at all in my pockets

through ushering pines and rotting wet

the still hour

neither day nor night

down that side street so thick with biology it buzzed

I’d break into the clearing where you’d find me

Take my hand

Smoke with the other

Grin at the moon in her misty wrap

Everyone sleeps so we can breathe, you’d say

We were never sad there

Headstone companions

Pretty names and numbers

We’d talk above their bones

and they’d lean into our campfire voices and sigh

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