A Time-Lapse Photograph Of A Cemetery

I stand at your grave.
I stand at your grave every day,
wondering if I’m just a camera
taking a time-lapse photograph of a cemetery.
On the surface, not much changes –
I free the captive leaves
caught in the decorations surrounding your grave marker,
in much the same way
as I would free knots from your hair in the morning
after you’d tossed and turned all night.
I brush the snow off
the little metal plate that bears your name,
in much the same way
as I would brush the dirt from your face
before taking you somewhere fancy.
I check the spring bulbs
that I planted after you were buried in mid-September.
There is no new growth.
One day, some men will come
and crush everything in this very spot
with a giant black stone that bears your name.

They will ruin everything.

Raechel Coffey is from Rochester, New York. She attended the University of Rochester where she majored in Mathematics and minored in English. She lost her ten-year-old daughter to murder in 2011 and some of her poems reflect the depth of this loss.

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