Missing Them
by Caitlin Fallahay

Girl among the gravestones, lighted by the crescent moon
Near the stroke of midnight
The ghosts draw her here, here to slip away 
She stops in front of a sculpted angel, a raised cross
She fingers them gently while a tear races from her eye to her cheek
A trickle of blood tracing down her memory
Lying down, protected by stone wings
Reliving the past, the pain, the tears
Pressing herself against the cold, hardened ground
As if trying to find her mother and sister there, alive and warm again
Girl among the gravestones, despair pouring from her eyes
Straightens to a sitting position, looks to the stars as if to say, “I’m coming home”
She fades into the darkened sky

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Poem Copyright © 2006 by Caitlin Fallahay


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