As I Went Walking
I went walking
in the cemetery
where my parents rest
in Pennsylvania
where I grew up.
I came across
a double head stone.
One was a man
I didn’t know
who had died that year.
Next to it
his beloved wife,
with the end date missing.
Anticipating,
being with her husband.
She was still living.
One of my school friends.
It gave me an odd feeling.
as if staring
at my own grave.
It doesn’t take long
for todays
to turn into yesterdays
and yesterdays to add up
until there are no
tomorrows.
Someone once said
on a grave stone
you have a beginning date
and an end date
and between them a dash.
What happens in the dash
is what matters.
And what happened
many yesterdays ago
leaving an empty tomb.
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