sitting
at the corner of two busy streets
I wish you were here
each vehicle
reminds me of the one
you were driving
when you left me
I watch them pass
praying they’ll reach safety
destinations you’ll never see
standing
at the corner of two busy streets
I wish you were here
the flowers I lay
on the ground
of you, my only memory
you returned to the land
that witnessed your birth
your ashes nourishing
a soil I won’t walk on
leaving
the corner of two busy streets
the wind turned cold
you won’t be here again
’cause on the corner of two busy streets
one played too bold
in memory of the crosses marking the roads I traveled
