Walking Slowly in the Cemetery

By Rebekah Parise

 Remember that time we went to the cemetery just to read the names on the stones?

I pointed in morbid glee at the stone of someone whose name was spelled the same as mine

You were more solemn than me

Taking in every letter, walking slowly, carefully

I remember you telling me you'd done this a few times before

I couldn't fathom why

Now there's a tombstone bearing your name

First and last

I hope when we are all buried and forgotten

And nobody is left to plant spring flowers

At your gravesite, there will be someone like you around

Someone walking slowly in the cemetery

  Mourning every forgotten person

 I hope they read your name