I saw a child walk over skeletons
as she searched for someone,
I drove past her-
the little girl in a summer dress
by herself in the graveyard.
I parked the car
and saw more humans
working on sprinklers.
I walked toward where I thought
her grave was, it took me a minute,
a middle aged couple approached,
I was worried they were her parents,
but they weren’t, just some other parents,
then the woman turned back and sat in the car.
I watched the man sip from his beer can
and cry silently as I stood there relieved
that they weren’t her parents.
I found her, but I couldn’t see her, no matter
how much I willed it,
although she was there.
I said, “I’m sorry if I seem presumptuous.”
It had been a long time
since I’d visited her last.
I sat there cross-legged
in the grass and looked
at the sky and the grass-
I didn’t mind the highway sounds
at first, but then the noises made me
anxious and I left her faster than I should’ve.
The final word that came out was “sorry”
and I departed slowly away
leaving her bones w/ bumblebees and withered roses.