Disappearance

Vanishing
In past
I am.

Graveyard

After all the violence
And the discordance 
She stood there
Inspecting her
With astonishment
Some confusion too

 What is she like
Will I ask her?
Shall I?
I lie there, 
Did she judge
Me, my conflict?

 The conversation
She and I did not 
Think loud 
In that gulf 
Broke the silence
In the graveyard.

Walk back

My Ls, my Vs,
My Zs and my Ds
I pick up
From the floor
Where I last
Found them broken
Scattered like
Leaves of autumn.

Cold and parched
They lie
Their veins honed
Freckles deepened
In dust and mud
Boot stamped
String them together
I walk back.