Are You Waiting There?

I wrote this exactly eleven years ago, the first time I lost a friend. Here it is for you, if you have ever lost someone. 

Photo credit: Epping Forest Burial Park

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Are you waiting there?

Are you waiting there?

Under the grass

For one of your friends

To come strolling past

And burst into tears

And lay down some flowers

And lament over ancient

Forgotten hours

When you were alive

Having it large

Living so deep

That you would carve

Your memory in

To all of our hearts

Are you still there

Under the grass?

Or did you kick off

Your earth boots at last

And leaving your body

Feeding the grass

Soar into the ether

The everything space

And begin to exist

In all time and space

In between atoms

And out of existence

Returned to the source

And into the distance

A little bit here

A little bit there

A little bit me

And a little bit yeah

Giving it some

And having it large

All over the place

And up in the stars

You can try as you might

To just disappear

But I've a sneaking suspicion

That you're still kinda here!

28/03/00

Photo Credit: Epping Forest Burial Park Website